[ IP ] Red

The dark planet-like ship appeared from the lifeless darkness of space. Two mighty rings - one inner and one outer - spun in differing directions around the planet, its darkness a homage to the destruction it will bring on the universe. 
 
 Intergalactic battleships began to emerge from the planet, the size only a fraction of the spaceship, and yet large enough to wipe off cities from the plains of existence. Red rays of light escaped the front of the ships, foreboding further death and destruction. The ship was segmented, parts jutted out as if the construction pieces were haphazardly forced together by a child. Wires hung from different crevices. 
 
 The planet was dead, the rays of the sun could no longer illuminate the scorched lands, the light had abandoned the world. 
 
 Darkness swallowed almost all life, the hills that must have supported beautiful valleys of flowing clear water and lush life were now but a husk of their former glory. Red lava flowed through the cracks where once water rushed, smoke escaped from the crevices of the cracked planet, as if the battle which destroyed its very existence had only been a day ago. 
 
 Tall and boney creatures exited their burrowed holes, snarls escaped their ghastly mouths, their skin white and pale, reminiscent of death, their bones protruded their thin bodies, a loin cloth the only thing which covered their groins. 
 
 Their bodies completely devoid of hair, their white heads defining their savage skulls. They all had two sets of hands, one set hanging from each shoulder and the other from their lower ribs. 
 
 Their leader stood at the forefront, standing at a low stone cliff, a spear in one of his lower set of hands, standing tall and confident, assessing their invaders. 
 
 Their lower jaws were like pincers, spreading open when they communicated to reveal disgusting mouths. They communicated with snarls and sounds which were reminiscent of insects, no intellectual words could be heard. 
 
 A scorpion the size of a steed also exited the burrow, skutteling across the burnt floor, a provoking and dominant snarl escaped its fangs. It skurried to the foremost inhabitant of the scorched world, moving under its hand, as the leader petted its rough and uncomfortable shell with a white boney hand, talons as long as files protruding from his finger tips. 
 
 A grimace appeared on the leaders face as he stared upon the approaching battleships, the red light scanning the area, searching for something. 
 
 The red light shone on the inhabitants, the leader raised his spear to the skies, his mouth opened to reveal a gaping maw, screeching a command for battle into the ears of his people, they would not survive, but they would not allow their planets invasion a second time.
