A craft flies low over the desert plain, its dull black metal the colour of space. It is also of whence it had come. Now a group of planets, the owners, interested in this one.
Earth is ripe to mould into weapons of destruction, the only reason for spawning the planet with intelligent life; a mix of the old warriors and the newly refound planet’s. The metals will be their new force, and they will kill the sucking creatures from the other side of the galaxy.
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