[b]Uncharted Space: Boarders[/b]

Constructs screamed and buzzed towards the defense crews, returning fire with particle decay beams, but most were torn to shreds by the wall of fire. One Matron slammed into the side of the ship, exploding violently and spraying a Hunter with thick black goop, while another lunged at an Engineer, spearing through his torso. Clinging to the blade, horrified, he was flung to the side into the vacuum of space, as it was gunned down quickly into it's constituent parts. The assault was fierce, and the Ethereals were about to overwhelm them and begin entering the ship. 

A hail of missile fire tore through the Gathering ranks, detonating violently and sending a storm of debris hurtling to the ship, striking and glancing off the thick armor. There were no survivors of the attack, and had been driven back. The damaged Cruiser, no functions active what so ever, was torn asunder, and detonated int large shards of wreckage. The other Temple's minefield moved to intercept, but were overwhelmed by the wall of slugs, and the cruiser took multiple hits, especially on it's exposed Core. A bright blue explosion eviscerated the supporting Matrons around it, and one asteroid shattered into millions of rocks from the force of the detonating Temple's reactor. Nothing remained at all of the second Cruiser.

On board, the surrounding emergency response crews, thinking it was a bomb, flinched when it cracked open slightly, wisps of grey smoke leaking out of it. Slowly, it rose, unaffected by the liquid nitrogen as it turned slowly, locking it's three lens, red eye onto the nearest Engineer. Watching him silently save for a light chattering coming from it, it split open into four pieces and let out an ear splitting metallic howl, deafening him, before a beam shot out from the center and struck him. He stood there, dumbstruck for half a second, before he glowed white and exploded in a flash of radioactive vapor. The Witch proceeded to clear a path through the Engineers, as they panicked and ran in all directions, four workers falling to the onslaught, before it busted a hole in the side of a ventilation shaft and disappeared, seeking out any computer database it could find.

[b]Uncharted world: A bridge to the past[/b]

As the Matron Scout team landed on the surface, they observed and scanned the environment, hoping to find their objective. The Overseer Witch Council had delved deep into their archives, searching for what they believed to be a weapon to use against the newly discovered organics encountered. While they posed little threat for the moment, a uniting of their forces could prove troublesome, especially if they were to push on the Void Expanse. It was here, that maybe, they could find it. 

As they hovered over the landscape, it was determined that they had been here. This world was once rich in life, and now they had cleared it of everything. Long ago, it had been revered as a God of Undoing, a warrior sent to consume those who had turned away from the Light. It's name had been Crawling Devourer, and it's presence was felt far and wide, an unholy amalgamation of flesh and bone, decaying corpses and drive to feed. A drive to survive. 

The Ol'tiu, during their war with the Yss'Tkuld, had sought to destroy it, and were extremely successful in their campaign. It was fate, however, that they were defeated and destroyed before they could cleanse all planets of the Infection. With luck. it had laid dormant for all these years. And with luck, they would strike upon a deal with the Beast.

[b]Facility A-1: The Raid[/b]

They warped in a fair distance from the Research Station, a collection of forty vessels, thirty five Temples, four Amazons and a single Cathedral. Their black coloration marked them out as Black Fleet operatives, and their goal was clear: Blitz the Station. Destroy the Armor. And, most importantly, retrieve Dr. Vahlen.