The Dreadnought Class Warship silently exited the warp. From anyone viewing the ship already it was only a derelict ruin.

The Crew knew otherwise. Engines Flared to life letting off a Deep Purple glow. 

Warmaster Finch of the Night Lords sat upon his throne on the bridge of the The Corsair. 

"Report." He said. His Helmets Vox made his already deep voice into a inhuman rumble.

The thing that might have been human if it wasn't for the unnatural flame contained within its eyes replied "Plague has been sent to a pocket universe, the creatures he called Equestrians are almost surely responsible. Perhaps the Triarians will know more."

"Very well see that it is done Nihlus. " Finch replied

The Corsair reopened the warp portal and silently re-entered heading for Triarian held space.