Communications stood nearly motionless at the head of the translucent black spaceship, lit only by the faint purple life-light of the dormant vessel. The young one had darkened his membrane many years past and saw no reason to shed his own light now. Form after form of data grew up from the smooth crystal consol before him and flowed by his headless body. His shoulders sloped up to a rounded peak and his base pseudopods grew into the living crystal of the ship. Both grasping palps rested lightly on the sides of the consol carefully guiding the flow of information. Every so often his extremities would extend a long thin talon to flick out and mark some irregularity in the flow.
The small skirmish that their leader had initiated on the blue world below was going exactly according to plan and the former noble was observing from his private communications hub. Very few of their limited resources were dedicated to the battle. This was only a fein