[I]Hope is the first step on the road to disappointment.[/I]

[B]Outskirts of Abh Space: Listening Post[/b]

The Corvette Burned it's way out of the multicolored rift nearly on top of the Listening post. The ship ships sleek design was entirely exotic and wonderful to behold.

A voice crackled go life over the Posts communication Array.

"Denizens of the Material Universe. I am Nihlus Ordo, Captain of the Iron Corsair and follower of the Primordial Truth. If you would be so kind as to enlighten me to our current Location, your allegiance,  and the current year it would be greatly appreciated. Perhaps even rewarded."

The voice had an almost soothing effect on any listener but to a trained ear it was apparent that this man was anything but.

Aboard his vessel the Man sat atop a Throne layered in human flesh. His slave crew scuttled around him in a routine fashion all refusing to meet his eyes.

The God's has given Nihlus a vision and it had led him here. The time had come to enact the will of the Gods.