A small cruiser exited light-speed travel over Asmelia, its once pristine hull now rugged and torn. This was a ship of the fallen Lucian Kingdom. Why was it out underneath the greatness of the GSU?
The answer lied inside, as beneath the cruiser's plasma-blasted hull was a crew of vile beasts. Demons, as they were known by the rest of the Galaxy. They maintained the systems important to them- life support, engines, and limited communications arrays. Other than those, the rest of the ship had simply begun to die. But the demonic presence upon the vessel cared not, for they had reached a place where they could restock and move on oncemore blindly into space, hoping they reach the Kingodom's ruins once again.
Kyras hissed; the Enlightened had not seen a habitable planet in the last three months, and was suspicious to finally see one with his own eyes. He scratched his chin with his right hand's metal pincers. "I will come with you, scrapings," he growled at a bunch of Imps and regular sized demons readying to deploy onto a smaller ship. "Yes, my lord," they declared, bowing as Kyras maneuvered his prosthetic hulking mass into the ship, the doors shutting behind him. He looked down upon the life-filled world once again from the cockpit, looking over the shoulder of the pilot, and smiled.
The small transport ship zoomed over the forest, making much noise as it did so. Bird-like creatures were disgruntled, causing them to flee, seeming like clouds of black, white, and other colors swirling away. It did not seem right....