Space.
It engulfed everything from one end of the universe to the other – planets, stars, beings. Space did not care what it was that it possessed. All that mattered was having it. Nothing could escape the icy grasp of the darkness. Suns burned brightly for a few million years, but for all the heat and light they could produce, space was always the winner in the contest for supremacy. Various life-forms tried to conquer the void in metal ships, charting it as though it were some vast continent. They were always unaware that they were now at the mercy of space and all its agents, holding out hope that somehow, they would survive in the vacuum. Their newfound frontier was not a friendly place.
As the Kharakid mothership hurtled through the otherworldly light of hyperspace, it became clear that space was feeling capricious as a lover. The balance between their voyage being successful and a failure could fall one way or another with the softest touch. The tiny craft sailed through the void faster than anything space could throw at it. It seemed that, for the present moment, their journey was going quiet well, considering that this was a blatant violation of space's sovereignty. But the scales could tip oh so easily. Sometimes, all it took was one chance, one life, one moment, one opportunity, and the life of thousands could slide into tragedy…
…and death.
Space was an enemy.
And sometimes, it worked through agents with the same purpose and agenda.
The mothership flew onwards…
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