Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance's Story

The blade withdrew from realspace, a dark laughter filling the minds of all upon the planet, the subspace tears being eaten by the warp tear forcing it to grow, risking the creation of a permanent warp rift, however the tear would of its own volition close, or so many would think, feasted the daemons faded from reality, no evidence of their being there apart from destruction wrought by them and the aschen, and the added destruction caused by the thalaron device, only hit them with further blame.

Sigun watched through his powers of prescience watching the aschen ship abandon the planet to its fate, he left a message ingrained in all minds upon the planet and even those of the crew of the fleeing reverence II class ship “you squabble and fight fate, the fate that my lord Tzeentch has written, know this mortals of the aschen, this war is already won, you haven’t realised it yet, your own governments resort to self destruction, consigning billions to oblivion, at the mere presence of a single agent of mine, they do not hold any safety for you, bend your knee to chaos and know freedom, know the power to decide your own fate. The choice is yours…”

Sigun strode through the Lost hope spacehulk towards the Armageddon once aboard his ship he made his way to the bridge and looked across his crew “ALL WARRIORS OF THE ARMAGEDDON HEAR YOUR LORD, WE READY TO JOIN THE FLEET IN THE AURORA![/b]

Falling back to seat down in his throne, Sigun looked out into the warp beyond those windows and low under his breath he spoke “The seeds of chaos are sowed…” The 20km ship disengaged from the spacehulk and floated away from the moon sized amalgamation of ships rock and flesh, other smaller ships, those of heretics, renegades and traitors flooding to join the crimson slaughter the [i]Armageddon began its warp jump to meet with the fleet.

For ill or better.

"Time has passed."

The President, Maxus Sywell, addresses his country. From a space station 'heavily' protected by the entirety of the Colonial Union's fleet, he addresses his people, as well as those who had been kind to them, ICON.
"As we now see, we are but insignificant compared to the reach and span of these many higher powers. We have made mistakes along the way, namely in contacting few, which for a time we sat in fear of. In these recent times we have started to expand our reach peacefully, in hopes of spreading our minute influence across this vast Multiverse. 'We have nothing but time,' we told ourselves."

"Well. Time has passed, and we have nothing to show for it. A few outposts on nearby planets, hesitant exploration of others. We are still insignificantly established to these who have had so much more time than us."
"I address, today, not only those who we have been friendly with, but also those who we have lived in fear of for these past two years. Today, we strike out against our fear, although perhaps futilely, we are ready to challenge the ultimate opposition."
"I am declaring a holy war. May the Wind be at our backs, guiding us forward to this fearsome opponent, throwing the sands into their terrible visage. We will fight to the last able-bodied citizen. We will leave a lasting impression on these barbarians who have stolen, unlawfully, members of our peaceful expedition, and have likely killed or imprisoned them, never to be recovered."
"Today, we will pay back a thousandfold what they have taken from us in blood. I hereby mobilize our standing navy in an assault against these Imperials."
"May the Wind guide us."
The vast assortment of ships launch, firing themselves into the outer reach of Aschen space.