The middle-aged yellow sun sat gleaming at the centre, not looking much larger or brighter than any other stars in the heavens. They began to enter a domain they suspected was poised to trap them, with a feeling they perhaps shouldn’t be there. The Grey ship lay still and invisible behind the asteroid, poised like a predator waiting for its unsuspecting prey. No communications or signals passed from or to them. Their mission was of the highest secrecy with their presence shrouded by the darkness and silence of space. There had been a blip on their detection screens for the briefest of moments, the partial sighting of another ship, perhaps, the Grey commander wondered. It was thought their prey was about to enter the spun web, where an emerald-green coloured sting would catch the small disk complete with its ignorant and simple humanoids. How the Grey ship’s commander looked forward to seeing the faces of the few who thought they could outwit an empire as great as theirs.
