Two figures walked through the empty darkness as if it was flat ground, their gaits calm, but their steps longer than logic should dictate. They crossed the distance separating them to the hive-like station standing in the darkness and lighting it up with the dim blue that escaped from its body.
Soon, two feet in battle boots, one black the other deep blue, almost black too, stepped onto the floor of the port. At the same time as they had their battle boots in common, the two figures had their torn pants in common, as well as their bare chests, and their sculpted body shapes, neither excessive nor thin, just… powerful.
While the brown-skinned figure's golden pair of eyes met the sky-blue eyes that turned to welcome them, the eyes of the fair, bluish-tinted-skinned figure that had lost their orangish red gleam and returned to their original reddish green color swept over the scene of devastation that had taken over the dock now housing the azure spindle-shaped ship.
