For ten thousand years we have waited for you to once again flourish, we have watched from the shadows, biding our time, growing stronger, and now the time has come for once again this universe shall know CHAOS
Sol, Warp Space
Lord Markus Finch, Warmaster of the Night Lords Legion gazed into the empty void of the warp.
It had been far too long since he had destroyed the souls of lesser beings, to long since he had freed the slaves of empires and kingdoms and false Gods.
This galaxy was ripe for corruption, the Primordial Truth would have their prize.
Energy readings within Sol spike around Mercury as space is torn open momentarily and a massive lone vessel drifted forth.
The ships entire ship including life support was completely powered down and there were numerous parts of the ship that had obviously been blown apart by something. Even with these flaws the ship held host to hundreds of gun batteries and bristled it's side.