Soul of the Progenitors
A Homeworld Fanfiction
Originally posted October 26, 2004 – 4:47AM
Aboard the Naasha, Taal-Shia System, Tarim Sector
The lights dimmed as the ship shook under the jaws of the Junkyard Dogs. For a moment the lights turned out and so did the instruments. The screens turned dark, and Radal stared at the ceiling, his ears the only connection to what was happening outside. The ship groaned as the Dogs pulled.
“What’s going to happen to us?” Gursal asked. “Are these robots cannibals? Do they eat us? Recycle our bodies along with the rest of the ships?”