
A lone desert world, orbiting a triple sun system, devoid of green life floats listlissly through space. It is a harsh climat, yet one very near to our own. There is no record of trying to terraform this world, for it simply lacked the resorses nessisary to support life. Too much silicone.
However, many people have tried and failed to colenize this world on it's own. Building compounds on top of each successive failier. They thrive for a while, then suddenly die out. What the people of each attempt did not know, is that they share this world with another.
A completly seperate species of creature. Their ship landed here Eons ago, and the race has slowly begun to awaken from their stasis. What the human's don't know, (Not that they know about this race anyway.) is that there are two seperate factions in this species. One, dedicated to the elavation of the human race to the status of GodHood.
And the other dedicated to the eradication of the humans.
Their ship has been covered by the sands of the world for many hundreds of years, before the humans even began to fly in their rickety wooden planes. Even so, their tech remains a force to be wrekoned with. Yet, still they remain hidden.
They remain hidden until the day when Humans will once again grace their world with their footsteps. Until the day their sensors pick up the human ships approching.