The darkness of the void, how sweet, calm like the soothing breeze, ripples beginning to form within reality, like a stone dropped into water. Ripples turn to tears as like a blade, the bow of a ship punctures forward. Ripping apart reality it falls apart, paper ripped to pieces, the bow of warships punching through it from a realm of crimson and hellfire. The ships were dark and ornate, and large. Decorated in weapons and insignia alike. Spearheaded with a cruiser of the mighty Imperiums navy, along with a destroyer taskforce. Force recon fleet LIK-09, of Taskforce armada Lamkon Igno Kin. Dancing like the smoothest and most beautiful dancers the trails of energy and fuel burned behind the warships.
"I see we are now illuminated by a star then by the blood... How appealing. Navigator set course for the nearest location of activity." An old worn looking commander sat upon an iron throne within the bridge, but not frail, a strong man, an example of others. A leader sat at the commanding chair of the large cruiser.