[B]Real Space [/b]

"My Lord we have detected an incoming message." The Cultist hissed.

"Play it." Came the all to cold reply

The Vox caster spewed the message across the Bridge "Hello people, we are a hidden empire. If there is anyone out there, could you please contact us."

Lord Huron Blackheart of the Red Corsairs listened then slowly nodded when the message had finished.

"Have you traced the origin point?" Blackheart growled at the Cultist.

"Yes lord, we are prepared to make the jump at your command." The cultist said cowering before his master.

Blackheart gave a nod and the ship entered the warp. With the help of Tzeentch the god of trickery and lies the ship arrived very quickly taking only a couple days to navigate what would normally take weeks of FTL travel.

The ship silently entered the system of the messages origin and began an orbiting pattern around the planet in question.