The small ungainly ship lumbered through space towards its home looming before it. It's primitive drives had a few days previous pushed it out of the orbit of the nearby moon, after having delivered supplies to the fledging base on the surface. It now headed for home, to dock with the station orbitting it's world and reunite its crew with fellow workers not seen for weeks. It was merely a speck moving slowly between one astral body and another, and through a void which seemed to stretch it's nothingness to all eternity. But not all space is filled with nothing.
Moving silently across through the darkness, the glistening black ship stretched its' arms into the void and blotted out the stars. It had moved through this system for days, hunting for its' prey. And as it soared towards the second planet it spotted something. The small, weak and primitive vessel drifting across space. It was not the animal it was seeking, but it was there and the black ship had all the time in the world. Adjusting it's course, it headed in towards the ship, it's body building up energy into the massive beam weapon at its' front. But then, beyond the small vessel a glowing blue portal formed into being. And from it's center emerged a long slender green vessel with several smaller ones around it, the prey had arrived.
If the black vessel had blood it would have boiled and turned the ship a flaming red. The primitive ship was almost forgotten as the vessel focused upon the new arrivals. From its' very heart it stabbed and sent a black jagged mass towards them. As it neared it exploded into six smaller shapes, and each of those shapes darted past the primitive vessel and towards those green ones which lied beyond. Each of them passing so close as to almost reach out and touch the small ship. Far too close.
The small green vessels saw the primitive vessel, and saw the dark fighters fly so close to it. To the black vessels, they had flown past it because it was there. Simply in the way and between the two parties. But to the green, it looked very different. The black vessels didnt look to be merely passing it, but protecting it. And as the large green ship engaged the black, and the fighters against each other. One green fighter crept away from the fight and towards the small primitive ship. It circled it, scanning it. The vessel was small, primitive and fragile, but most of all defenseless and nothing more than a target. The fighter stabbed at it as it passed, three quick bursts of green lightning seared into it's hull. But then the ship did something which was never expected. . . it survived. With blackened holes pocketing the hull, and the ship starting to spin, it held together. By the readings, the ships armor should have never held. Each shot should have reached into the very heart of the vessel and shattered it into a thousand pieces. And yet, the green fighter saw it there damaged yet still alive. The black ship saw it too.
And so, the small green fighter turned and headed towards it again, unleashing another barrage of lightning like Zeus himself. And as each hit impacted, each should have rendered it as dead as Semele. And yet it lived on, it took one hit, and then another, and another. Until finally with the seventh hit it flashed and burned, and stretched it's shattered body amongst the stars. And then the green fighter realized it was alone, alone against the darkness with the black victorious ships which still remained bearing down upon it.
As the thick beam tore into it's fleshy hull, the green fighter was still mystified how the small ship which appeared as soft as sand had stood as stone against its' attacks. However, the small green fighter was wrong. The ship was niether sand nor stone, it was clay. Clay to be molded, and which was now in the hands of the dark ones.