From a distant star system you watch as your Armada defends itself and those it calls its subjects.
Creating Generals of heroic might and cunning to be the leaders and defenders of the New Necrotic Armada in your absence was a decision well made it would seem. Horizon's Drop has been defended, the Osjiic fleet reduced to scrap and the army captured and jailed in the various prisons the Armada necessitated. The system containing Station 88 prevented from returning to Confederate hands by the bluffing of Predator Eiton and the timely arrival of the Armatocere. Even now in Bastion, home of the ructu and Lavafather the sisters Agona and Muic clash with the waves of Ahkam ships and soldiers that appear throughout the system.
You leave the defense of your Empire in their capable hands and turn your attention to defending a newly made allies system. Sapling Slrrt had contacted you after your fleets arrival at the edge of their system. As Nails and sub-capitols rushed into battle with the patrols of Yuyut fighters and wardrones the floral ambassador informs you of Jors decision to accept a formal alliance with the powerful faction. At first you were annoyed with Jors brashness but this partnership had been a long time coming as it was.
Now as your fleet moves into the system proper you are hailed by the Armatocere picket fleet centered around their main world, welcoming you to the system and warning that the enemy fleet had been detected in a neighboring system massing to attack. The Fury of the Wormstar, the colossal bioship who's belly you rode in, stretches out its massive armored limbs and gnashes its ship-destroying beak in building excitement.
Finally the Beast would live up to it's new name, eager to prove itself and bring terror to these alien invaders. It's mind was cruel and malicious, a perfect fit for what would surely become a greatly feared legend of the New Necrotic Armada.