A few minutes ago, somewhere in the outer orbit of the Earth, a suddenly beamed; almost creating a sound as it flickered through the vast darkness. And as instantly as it revealed itself, it also disappeared almost instantly. It did, however, leave something behind.
A small ship.
And in the expanse of the universe, one would find it hard to even see it. But it did, and it carried inside it nothing but a bout of sighs and complaints.
"...Why did they even bother sending me to a backwater planet? Are the Guardians really left to investigating scraps?"
The blue-skinned humanoid, Ineego, once again added another sigh to the collection of sighs already filling his ship. Although the ship looked small, its interior was actually quite spacious— with only the seat that seemed to swivel in the air as well as Ineego occupying most of the space.
