"Wherever there are fields of grass, eventually there will be goats," it has been said. This was once true simply for Earth, but in our lifetime it would be known in the outer reaches of the universe.

Nobody is sure quite how or why, but goats were the first species to master, or at least experience, time-space travel. Their secret vexed Scientist and Shepherd alike, but it was widely agreed it was something they ate. These gastronomic theories birthed "Goat Cults" with ersatz followers dinning on dirt, tin cans and a multitude of unlikely objects in hopes of "Going with the Goat."

At first goats made the briefest day trips—joy grazing if you will. Usually traveling with a buddy or two, but seldom staying for longer than a quick cud. This Golden Age of Goats lasted for years with many worlds inattentive to their presence or abilities. However, a when a pair of brown and white Nubian goats dropped in for a small snack on the surface of Morag 6 that soon changed.

The Fields of Veedon were the sole source of vegetation carpeting the whole of this small, but sizable, planet save for the Seas of Mearl. The Seas were highly pigmented hot springs of gluey fluids found irregularly on the planet. The Seas were pure Springs of Truth the Creator left behind when the Universe was formed bestowing its truth to anything it touched according to the local doomsday cult.

The inhabitants of Morag 6 were the Eldar—the cloistered aforementioned Doomsday Cult that forsook the plow and all "Terrestrial Inventions" for a life of "Celestial Contemplations." The Order of Eldar existed to cultivate the Fields by day and document "Contemplations" on the parchments of harvested Veedon leaf by night. As the curious reader may have already guessed by now the goats were most unwelcome guests in the sacred Fields.

In time, the dance became increasingly perilous for our ruminant friends as the Eldar developed simple weapons to rid the Fields of these intruders in defiance of their Higher Orders. These developments were a font of concern for the most devoted. "We must cast our minds to the sky for answers, our minds hold the answer to all trials" remonstrated one of the Eldar as the debate heated. Factions developed. Technology grew.

As the efficacy of these technologies increased so too did the influence of those soon to be known as the Knights of The Eldar. The goats loved the smell that hung in the air there but the Knights' attacks proved too great for the goats and they fled to calmer pastures.

The victorious Knights of the Eldar reveled in their triumphs. None were more pleased than Mooregil and gathered the Order and the Knights and pronounced, "We have vanquished our invaders and this I pledge to you, I will visit a vengeance upon the legion of this scourge!"

Mooregil was a less successful "Da Vinci" of his day and quickly drafted elaborate plans of a spacecraft to pursue goatkind wherever they grazed. In time, he learned how to distill the Mearl and produce a thin laminate not unlike fiberglass without the beneficial lightweight properties.

He used the Mearlsheath to fashion a spacecraft of his own design. The size and scale of his craft was unimaginable and the Knights stood awestruck by this feat while the remaining Eldars continued undeterred in their devotion.

"We shall launch our attack this morrow," Mooregil proclaimed. However, these labors exacted a heavy toll upon Morag 6. The great fires set to distill the Mearlsheath claimed half of the Fields and a vast cloud of smoke hung fixed in grayness. Their once alabaster robes now discolored by the soot and the pursuit of great truths abandoned.

On the morrow when the count reached 6 minuets and 40 seconds a great tremor could be heard and the ground and sky shook. Slowly, the soil gave way to the heft and the ship and Mooregil and all around him began a descent as a sea of Mearl seeped up from below.

Within a few short moments not a trace of the Feldar, The Knights or the ship could be found. In time, the Fields of Veedon would retake the ground they had lost and its fragrant grasp would reach out and guide a few goats back to the land they loved so.