Nerdy

The cold, flat metal of the ovoid shell was pocked and scarred, its damaged skin catching the light from the bright star peering through the rent hull of the broken ship. An occasional explosion still ripped through the remains. Thin, ragged figures drifted in the hollow where the bridge once sat, where the capsule remained aloft and silent, running lights darkened. Pieces of the ship were strewn about it, a cloud of turrets, bodies, dully glowing toxic clumps of propulsion material from the ruptured drive, tumbling golden armor throwing off spears of glinting light. The arc of the planet curved away into night below. Four menacing shapes slipped back into the veil of space and disappeared.