[B] Real Space [/B]
Finch sat idle as his fingers drummed.

"Ma Lord, the whispers bring us news. The invasion force will arrive in the Sol system." Said the man with a Forked tongue. 

Finchs eyes widened momentarily as a deep smile crossed his face.

"Well then... we have work to do, It seems the God's have an agenda with the Imperials. See to it that the cultists make the adequate sacrifices. Once we have the imperial Admiral in tow we make way for Sol." Finch said in an almost gleeful manner.

"Will that be all Ma lord?" The Forked tongue asked.

"No. Send word to the Iron Warriors and Red Corsairs to meet us there."

"Of course my lord."

The Tongue left. And Finch continued his drumming but this time an unpleasant smile graced his face.