The Forges of Ghorok
The Magos The Arc Cruiser, Primus Code stalked amidst the violet and crimson clouds of the Hera Nebula. The stars here were ghosts in the ether, illuminating the billowing vapors and scattering radiation in a haphazard spectrum, rendering the vessel all but invisible. The nearest of those stars glowed fat and red, gorged from eons of feasting upon the nebula's gasses. A small planet once known as Shatara was the hungry star's only surviving child and it was suffering from an Ork infestation. Even closer to the world, a handful of small satellites, running on barely enough power to keep their entombed Astropaths alive, transmitted raw data to the Primus Code. From what their translator servitors could divine from the Orks’ brutish radio chatter, the Tech Priests had surmised that the world was completely lost along with its three manufactorum complexes. Magos Dominus Ulivaras sighed as she poured over the seventeen datafeeds scrolling on the bridge's volum...