A graveyard was not a grim reminder of what could be but would be.  Ships of Imperial make and design lay devoid of life just beyond the reinforced windows of the deck.  Each ship replicated by the augur arrays, the damage examined by knowing eyes.  Rends torn through the each ship’s hull described a death of not only a great feat of human design but also of countless souls held beneath those decks.  Not alone there stood also alien wreckage that only a few could recognize.  Roksh vessels lay among the debris, each holding onto each other like Wolverines in death.  The graveyard became expansive as the crew reported additional findings, the battle growing greater in scope with each passing hour of discovery.  There did not seem to be an end to the death and destruction.  Yet with death came life and those same reports came the promise of salvage and discovery.<br/><br/>Reports did come conflicted, however; on life.  Indeed nothing human stalked the wreckage but still life did not seem gone from this place.  That there was no specific place for the life to be found became an oddity to the crew and they looked at the Enginseer aboard with worrisome eyes.  Perhaps indeed the Machine Spirit had become angry with them or she had not performed the rites correctly to appease the ship.  Faithfully though a crew men did make exclamation and rush from forward to call his Captain’s attention.<br/><br/>“Sir I have movement.  Four ships, two coming on fast sir!  They ain’t ours.”<br/>