I see you standing there, Marder chuckled to himself from the stained window on the top floor of his father’s spaceship. Except it wasn’t the Captain’s anymore. A thin smile tugged at the corners of his mouth until it played into a sneer, showing purple-stained teeth.

Everything was his now. He had wrecked the ship, perfect timing. It had killed every Milkai on board, save the Captain. He had plans for that. Madder licked his lips menacingly and turned again to the window blackened by smoke that was curling up from the engine room. He sniffed deeply, nostrils filling with the scent of a different kind of flesh. Warm and soft. Not like his father’s had been.

The creature outside the window came into view again, covered in a thick red skin, not a scaly one like Marder’s. The creature was holding a small black box and talking at it. Marder squinted. Did they have spirits they conversed with too? He would have to be careful. But still, they seemed rather clumsy, and he was quick.

After observing them for some time, Marder couldn’t confirm whether they had spirits or not. Everything was so different here on Earth, with the biting cold and the glassy spears he could see hanging from the looming cliffs beyond.

He was thinking of spirits sailing around the Milky Way, when he was interrupted by a deep rolling sound. Milkai may look a whole lot different than the creatures on earth, but there’s at least one thing that works the the same for both species…

Hunger is an excellent motivator.

Snarling under his breath at the unsuspecting red-skinned creatures, he advanced from the upper deck climbing an iron ladder to the dark metal room below.

The scent of flesh grew stronger and sweeter as the bone-chilling wind blew up from the hole that was created by the large boulder outside. Marder grinned wickedly as he noticed a thick red leg emerging from the hole.

He crept underneath the iron table bolted to the floor which had once held their maps of the galaxy.

He would wait.