At the end of the Milky Way Galaxy's Centaurus Arm, near a Dark Planet on the edge of the galaxy, a fleet composed of three frigates sailed slowly onward. Inside the main control room of the flagship, the blue-skinned captain was chatting with his first officer.
"This is really strange. How could there be ship thieves in such a remote place? I heard the only civilization nearby is the human civilization on Earth. Could they have stolen our ship?" the first officer asked in confusion.
"Impossible." The captain shook his head firmly. "You don't understand human civilization. They're merely a low-level civilization confined to their planet's surface. They've only survived in the universe because they were lucky enough to be born on a resource-rich planet. They can't even travel through space. How could they possibly steal our ship?"
The first officer nodded. "That's true. Then who could it have been?"
"There are plenty of thieves in the universe. Did you forget those space pirates we ran into at the edge of the Shattered Dimension last time? Maybe they did it."
There was anger and disdain in the captain's voice as he continued, "They definitely only did this to disgust us. Their target may not have been one measly frigate."
"Someone who could accurately locate us in deep space, assess the condition of our ship, remain here to observe our patrol route, and then strike at us must belong to an interstellar civilization capable of deep-space travel."
"If they didn't have ships of their own, how could they have gotten here? And if they had their own ships, why would they steal our frigates? They merely saw that our fleet was in poor condition and wanted to provoke us."
The first officer nodded in agreement. The captain's logic was sound enough.