A ship, not unlike any other, drifted through space. It's black tattered hull, a relic from another time, held no running lights nor signs of affiliation. The black carbon scored battleship did not look alive....and yet its engines flared as it came into view of the oceanic world.
People, if they could still be called such, moved mechanically to the silent orders of their master's wicked mind. His black oily presence permeated every crack of the ship and forced those aboard into silent submission. He stood calmly among them on the bridge, black unblinking eyes boring a hole in the azure jewel before them. A violent ache filled him as if a black hole had replaced his very soul and it demanded sustenance.
His fingernails dug into his palms as he fought for control, the promise of a meal that would end the ache for a little while filled him with impatience like a starving child looking at pictures of banquets.
"Soon" he told himself as the ship drew nearer. He would be in range soon.
People, if they could still be called such, moved mechanically to the silent orders of their master's wicked mind. His black oily presence permeated every crack of the ship and forced those aboard into silent submission. He stood calmly among them on the bridge, black unblinking eyes boring a hole in the azure jewel before them. A violent ache filled him as if a black hole had replaced his very soul and it demanded sustenance.
His fingernails dug into his palms as he fought for control, the promise of a meal that would end the ache for a little while filled him with impatience like a starving child looking at pictures of banquets.
"Soon" he told himself as the ship drew nearer. He would be in range soon.