Golos walked through the ship. His three foot tall frame, dwarfed by the five foot tall celling. His rolling gait pronouncing him as a sage. His dark green skine slick with sweat. Black eyes, yes pitch black, stared ahead of him. Small grunts escaped his lips, which were grey and a stark contrast to his skin tone. Today was a day of joy and laughter. Log ago his people had left the Milky way galaxy. But now they had returned.
He came ot the bridge of the ancient starship. All around him others who looked just like him ran around bring back the external sensors, weapons, and coms. Soon the Trandshions would be back on the galactic stage. But oddly enough not a single word was spoken amoungst the crew. yet they moved in perfect acordence to each other. Each one had a spot, and each was in it in time to fell the first decerlation in tens of thousands of years.
They turned to each other and smiled, and one word rose through there mind.
Home! They all jumped and high foured each other. Then at once all of them screamed in pain. Thousands of images flashed through there minds in a second. All of them of pain. Slavers corraling hundreds, men in armour killing thousand, weapons being launched and wiping out tens of thousands, then space ships fighting epic battles. all about death, all of pain and lose.
Golos was the first up, the voice that had been with them for there whole lives was gone. The mother was dead!! Turning to the others, Golos spoke, the first spoken words in thousands of years.
"The shattering took place with out us to heal. No the wound has festerd, we are to continue on our mission. We are to heal."
Outside the space ship, there saize was revied. Each one was hundred kilometers long, and had ancient looking weapons on them. And the five of them, all orbited a single massive ship that was five hundred kilometers long. The Trandshions were back.
