"I sit on Parliament.. the governing body... we'll see... I'll rule this galaxy." He then turned a corner and walked off.

Elanna Torres opened her eyes after what seemed like an eternity. She didn't remember how she got here, and she didn't seem to know where she was at, drifting in an infinite void. She ran her hands on her body, the polished leather of her sam browne, and the sleek casing of her disruptor. She reached into a leather pouch, and clicked on a small LED flashlight, shining it into the void.

Some time later...

"FTL Jump complete..." Admiral Hanley reported, taking special command of the Imperial Flagship Gigashadow for this proverbial round two of the Blue Heaven Opening. This time, though, the Emperor wanted to make an impression, and the fleet was to be immediately mustered for honor guard.

The Gigashadow winked into existence roughly 200,000 kilometers from the hollowed out asteroid, flanked on either side by the Esteem, and the Profound Solitude II.

50,000 kilometers to the bow of the Gigashadow, the Pride of Langara, a 16km long Command Carrier winked in with about a dozen escorts, mostly Hastati class cruisers, a pair of Triarii class cruisers, and a duo of Athena class cruisers, along with a handful of Aegis class defense cruisers. The Pride of Langara took point, as about a dozen more escorts winked into existence. Their hulls shimmered in the light, and their intentions clear to all who turned their attention towards the Aschen.

The Imperial Honor guard had arrived.

One by one, the escorts took up defensive positions.

"Emperor's Condor is away!" The radio chirped. A single Condor class transport, escorted by five Raptor Talon starfighters began their course towards the station.

/say I was on my ship, before I wound up here.

Resting almost precariously atop a mountain, was a strange metal hulk, appearing to have been sundered cleanly from something else. Plumes of smoke, and flame occasionally flared up from the strange, almost iridescent grey hull. It had fallen from the sky with a loud crash, and this was it's final resting place.

There were few markings on the metal hulk, in a language that was alien, blocky writing emblazoned under a large emblem that was as charred as the rest of the hulk. The image on the plaque was of some kind of bird.