Greed, the most common cause of conflict between sentient beings, the next being over foolish ideals. The curse of wanting more for oneself then needed, the curse of wanting power that corrupts the galaxy. Dimensions begin to crumble as the unstable entrance into real space is opened, the dark void now flooded with a warmth and like a flowing sickness. The dark vessels bow slamming through the breach of dimensions as it passes through. The first vessel punching through, shortly followed by a number of other ones, smaller in size. The ship was smaller then the normal war cruisers used by the Imperium and was instead a light cruiser task force that is tasked with random exiting of space in search of hidden galactic features or otherwise. The vessel was small, a mere two kilometers, easily to be dwarfed by any proper war cruiser fielded. The smaller destroyers and frigates followed it, with a small number of support vessels in trail. The small force was one of many that were being randomly deployed, objectives unknown to any higher power but their own. A single specialized frigate hidden itself within the small formation of vessels, a dedicated recon and ECM ship equipped with scanners and trackers for the galactic field. They slowly tracked the unknown signal as they began to approach the planet, engines burning slowly at the arrowhead formation fleet, the light cruiser taking point as the other vessels join the wedge with the cargo and specialized frigate hiding within the center.