Over 15,000 light years away at the edge of the Carina arm of Magphoreus, one of those giant pyramid ships pointed its view ports down upon the Poa Nebula where the pulsar flashed against the purple and orange gas and dust to make the whole purple nebula flutter like giant wings. In fact, on a nearby planet yet undiscovered by either Golimechoid or Grulmagof, there were primitive beings who gave this area of the sky a name equivalent to “firefly,” or “flying insect of light.” That had been because the Poa pulsar made the nebulae look like one of the planet’s domestic insects flying still in the same place up in the sky. The pyramid ships were part of an ongoing Grulmagof siege of the Golimechoid’s home planet Poa-3. This had gone on for many generations of the current rise of galactic Grulmagof civilization. With the introduction of the new pyramid battle cruisers the ultimate goal of attacking and eradicating this sector of space of all Golimechoid would soon be realized.
Commander Spuktar was the Grulmagof commander of the third pyramid ship in the fleet. This was the same species as Turgis Riva, the last emperor of Nephapricus way back in the second age, but now the species had evolved hairless bodies that made them look like pink hairless hamsters that walked on hind legs. Commander Spuktar awaited the new accelerated particle beam gunner who arrived in the space shuttle docking bay. He liked personally greeting the newly recruited to make them feel at ease with his command. The space shuttle docked flawlessly with the main ship.
Soon the docking bay door opened, and the commander of the shuttle along with some crew got off first to salute Commander Spuktar with a right fist pounding twice on the left chest. The Commander pounded his left side chest twice in response. Then the recruit he had been waiting for, in full uniform with a gunner’s rank, emerged from the bay door.
The recruit immediately approached the Commander and pounded his chest twice, then stood at attention. “Corporal Bregruff, 3rd Gunnery Particle Beam qualified reporting for duty Commander Spuktar Respected One.”
“Be in relaxed state Corporal. I’m here to show you to your quarters and to advise you to be at ease with my command. I run an efficient battle ship command here, but we all know we can speak our minds without repercussions. Come. Your room is this way.”
“I will be advised Commander. I look forward to cutting Golimechoid ships to pieces with my gunner skills.”
“Make sure you cut all the pieces as fine as possible. In the Rogald Straights War there were Golimechoids in pieces of destroyed space craft that actually survived and found their way into the ship to shoot them to bits, and they almost killed everyone aboard.”
“I’ve been told such stories of the despicable Golimechoid resilience.”
Commander Spuktar couldn’t talk enough about killing Golimechoids. He led the new Corporal by way of a main deck view port area. “Golimechoid can survive almost any environment or temperature. You have to really cut them to pieces to make sure they are completely dead.” He gestured to the blinking Poa Nebulae as they entered a view port area. “There it is, the objective of this mission. We’ve pushed the Golimechoid all the way back to this, their home world. It’s now a desolate wasteland of what once was the legendary capital of the great Star-Door Empire Nephapricus of the Second Age of Magphoreus. Now it is polluted and laid to waste by the fowl radioactive Golimechoid shit they defecate everywhere. The legendary star-door is still down there. Our objective is to eradicate the planet of Golimechoid life forms and take back control of the star-door. Then we can at last try to restore the planet to its previous unpolluted glory.”
“I look forward my Commander to serving your cause with my gunnery skills.” The new guy became nervously eager to impress. Also in the view were two of the other four pyramid ships. The new recruit found himself filled with an all-too-familiar awe of the engineering feat involved in constructing these giant space ships. “How did we manage to create such a marvel of a deep space war ship?”
“I’m afraid that’s classified information Corporal. Come. This way is the cafeteria you’ll be eating at, and your quarters are not far past that.”
As they walked out of the main deck view port area Commander Spuktar turned to once again appreciate the engineering marvel that had been the pyramid battle cruiser. There were currently only four in existence, but once five had been created then the mission could move forward as planned. Five of these ships could irradiate the home planet to virtually kill off all life Golimechoid or not. There was no longer any other life anymore on the uninhabitable Poa-3 to worry about, except the Golimechoid with their moldy electronic DNA gamma synthesizing planet life.
It had been true that Golimechoid defecation became a very toxic radioactive by-product of their existence with a radioactive 700-year half-life, but that compelled them to choose uninhabitable worlds to colonize. That virtue had been built into the electronic DNA. They actually were slow to take over Poa-3 for that reason, and at first were very careful in disposing their waste after conquering the post-Nephaprican Nephapricus. Usually the Golimechoid used the processing of sewage waste to power reactors as a secondary energy source. After many wars and ages later the planet became ruined early in the 3rd age of Magphoreus. All of that had really become a long-distance memory from before its own red giant star swallowed the planet. The fact was that the Golimechoid saved the planet from oblivion when Poa exploded. Commander Spuktar had never been conditioned to consider that, and remained driven by an intense hatred of Golimechoid that were regarded as a technological blunder of the long lost Nephapricans; left behind in the galaxy like a galactic mold, or planetary cancer.
The Commander did know something about the classified secret of creating these giant war-ships. He knew that they were actually made with assistance from the descendants at the ancient Nephapricans. Commander Spuktar had once been privileged to be introduced to one of these beings that were over twice the size of a Grulmagof. They evolved beyond the dark matter plain that Magphoreus sat upon and thus could control their mass and density. They called themselves Devasuras who now lived their lives for what equated to billions of Earth years. They turned the lost Nephapricus stars into Devaplanets that they then flew faster then the speed of light above Magphoreus like great immortal galactic overseers.