Space was always so quiet, and empty, but Arthorn liked it that way. It was easy to escape the emotions that constantly raged inside of him like all Eldar, and allowed him to clear his mind and just focus on nothing at all. That was until they had felt that warp disturbance days before, now he was actually looking for something. Someone had come into the system, and they had to be sure what it was before it reached Edin V. Eyes peeled back he hid in the shadow of the Planet’s moon, further hidden by the stealth technology that cloaked his ship. Something was coming though, he couldn’t move for fear of being seen, and simply held position, letting the ship move with the gravity of moon staying within it’s shadow as much as possible using only minor adjustments to his position.

Once the intruders coming into the system were in view, Athorn knew that his fellow Eldar were in for a fight. “Space Marines” He said to himself in a hushed tone, as if they might hear him and blow him out of space. Communications were immediately sent out to warn of the oncoming threat, to prepare the forces on the ground for the real war that was about to come to Edin V.

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The excavations were going slowly, it was hard to figure out exactly where the Old One’s artifact was, and so the Eldar of Kyavandia worked tirelessly with laser mining equipment to tear apart a once beautiful labyrinth of cave systems. Amosan stood at the center of the work site his head turning back and forth to watch over the ones they had brought to pursue the manual labor required to uncover the artifact. Ashesho meanwhile sat on the ground, her legs folded, her mind touching those that had remained on the Craftworld. She suddenly blinked, and stood from her meditation though, and turned towards her mate, a look of aggravation crossing her features. “What is it Ashesho? Have they found who caused the warp disturbance? Is it the Ork? Surely Chaos does not threaten this Sector at this point.” 

“No, it is Humans, it is the Human’s Space Marines. They come to reinforce the local defense force I assume. They plan to tear us from this place, but we cannot let them. We must retrieve the device before we leave this planet, and we surely cannot let it fall into Human hands.” She turned a bit, and walked forward some before looking around. “Have everyone begin setting up defenses. I want Warriors in every easily fortified area. I want everyone prepared for anything at any time. We will not give any ground. Make them pay for every step they take towards us with pools of their own blood.” Slowly she lifts up her Ghost Helm and places it over her head. “I will be going to the lookout point. I want to see how they arrive. What they do.”

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Within a few hours Farseer Ashesho, her Mate, and several others on Jetbikes were arriving at a impressively tall tower, their feet carrying them to the very top. Upon reaching that pinnacle they all stopped and stared, helmets covering their faces as they waited. Ashesho stared in a direction towards the east. A strong feeling flowed through her, she could almost see fire burning into the night sky in that direction smoke wafting in the wind, but it was all a vision, a premonition of what might be possible. “Amosan… Bring me Faebala.”