Dormant, for who knows how long, no advancement to be seen. Like a giant dying peacefully in its rest. The imperium lies... No news left its borders for ages, and its vessels nowhere to be seen within the vastness of the galaxy. Like a heartbeat return, the beast awakes. The silent border wall, dark and dormant, of hundreds of stations begin to light up ounce more. Generators roaring to life within, the massive keystones reawakening from slumber. The silent storm that surrounded the space bubbling to life, from a darkness to crimson red, like the blood flow of man.
Who would think entire planets lie silent, when the head leaves from sight. Planets shrouded in darkness, return to the light. A moon begins to open, a large door imbedded within, the ounce great fleet, rumbles to life. Forge after forge upon the forge world ignite to life, as material begins to flow again, thousands of commerce and cargo ships taking to the skies ounce more. And finally, the darkness strikes with light as massive gateways power to life again. Connecting each of the systems together, as the large line of ships supplying and exporting begin.
The great shine, as vessels fill space around it, the large red wormhole, rewakening to life, with its sinister hue. And illuminated against it, the flagship sleeps.
"The time is now, ounce more must we fly.."
The old but powerful voice spoke softly. An armored hand sitting upon the side of a Steel throne.
"But let only fools forget the power of us."
The large figure sat upon the throne as the rest of the bridge began to light.
"Ave Imperator, take flight."
The ship booms to life as the large engines ignite on the multi km warship.
