Communications detailing a variety of conflicts on the fringes of the sector have begun to reach the Imperial Governor on Novacastrium Prime. As he sifts through the various telepathic communique the large double doors to his security council chambers swing open. The sentence from the stranger is swift and deadly. Delivered first with four simple words “It’s a vanguard attack” and then a boltgun shell. The governors body slumped from his chair as the doors to his chamber swung closed.