The room is dark, what little illumination there is seems to serve only as an indicator of how dark the darkness truly is. One light does stand out as it tracks the motions of a human walking through the room, as it approachs the centre it stops.
What news from our Lords? A rasping voice, difficult to tell where it is coming from, but the listener does not need to know where, just that the owner of said voice is there.
The ancient enemy returns to Sirius. It seeks to eradicate all sentient life. It is believed that it will also seek us out, with a view to destroying our foothold here.
Well then we had best do something about it, send a transmission to our Outcast friends on Malta, be wary of the data you send. A rush of air signals the owner of the rasping voices disappearance. The man turns and walks back the way he has come.
