CHAPTER 1: THE ENEMY
The ominous purple craft floated through the vast, limitless midnight of deep space. Its biological cannons were unresponsive, but looked as though they would reactivate at any moment.
"What is the progress on Project Omega?" questioned the unknown commander of the ship.
"We are currently at 67 percent completion, sir." replied a technician.
"Speculations." barked the commander.
"We have the balance and precision configurations completed, but we still need to enhance its strength before we can use it for its intended purpose." said the technician meekly but knowledgeably.
"How much distance might it cover?" the commander asked.
"Only a few galaxies, sir. We don't have the energy to expand its reach." the technician said.
"Then I strongly suggest you find a more efficient energy source." the commander said threateningly.
"But sir, we've already scoured half of the universe."
"You must find another place to acquire the proper resources and technology."
"Where haven't we gone, sir?"
"Think about the galaxy a couple of million light years away from Andromeda."
"But sir, you couldn't mean-"
"Change our flight course. We are headed for the Milky Way."
TO BE CONTINUED…