The Pirates.
The planet Trefalandia.
The small group of Trefas had set up their camp in one of the many deserts for the night before beginning anew the desperate search for food the following day. Not far from the tiny collection of tents one of the Trefas stood guard over a small flock of what they called sheep. The creatures sported three horns and a deep green pelt that hung down over their clawed feet but they served the same purpose as the sheep of another, vanquished race fifteen hundred light-years away.
Vill leaned upon his crook and looked up into the night sky, fascinated as always to see the metal birds yet again! The ‘birds’ were gigantic and of silver and purple and often skimmed the higher atmosphere of Trefalandia on their travels. He often wondered about them and had beg
