While Rex and Cleo enjoyed their brief moment of romance in the tranquil confines of the Cleopatra's pool, a completely different scenario was happening far across the galaxy, one rife with violence, destruction, and conquest of a pre-FTL world.
The world below was a graveyard, littered with the bodies of its native inhabitants. The small gray-skinned aliens, who stood just 1.5 meters tall, had fought valiantly with their crude, gunpowder-based weapons, but their technology was fatally outmatched.
They were a race stuck in the industrial period, with machinery that ran on fossil fuels and weaponry that was little more than toys against the monstrous invaders that had descended on them.
A vast armada of alien ships hovered over the planet's atmosphere. These spacecraft were unlike anything else the galaxy's other civilizations had ever built; they were made from rock and crystal, with jagged, unnatural patterns that testified to their makers' savage efficiency.
