Akaton
30-12-2004, 06:51
Deep within the hellish depths of Warp space, the Imperius Dominae, a dreadnought of the fleet cruised towards the Sol system, engines running beyond maximum. However, it was never to reach its destination, the battle it fled bringing about the great ship's doom. It was burning badly, flame and dying men pouring from hull breaches along the length of the devastated vessel. The bright arcs of shields that held back the swirling maelstrom of nether energies were failing, as one by one the generator towers collapsed in horrific explosions. With a blinding flash, the shields inverted, wreathing the ship in burning electrical flame and opening it to the demons of the Warp. And so it was that the Imperius Dominae was condemned to drift the darkness of this damned realm.
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Ten thousand years later...
In the cold expanse of interplanetary space, the heavens parted and the grim form of the thirty-kilometer dreadnought was made manifest upon the physical world. The lights of ship had long since grown dark, power source burned out millennia ago. Where once the blinding plasma infernos of the engines had burned, now only shadow remained. It was in silence that the ship drifted forwards, a fitting memorial to the thousands of souls entombed within.
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Ten thousand years later...
In the cold expanse of interplanetary space, the heavens parted and the grim form of the thirty-kilometer dreadnought was made manifest upon the physical world. The lights of ship had long since grown dark, power source burned out millennia ago. Where once the blinding plasma infernos of the engines had burned, now only shadow remained. It was in silence that the ship drifted forwards, a fitting memorial to the thousands of souls entombed within.