Commander Farsight - The Mysterious Assault: During Farsight's pursuit of a fleet of Ork asteroid-ships to the world of Atari Vo, a number of the strange vessels had split off for distant Arthas Moloch. Sure enough, as O'Shovah's expedition neared that ancient world, he picked up tell-tale signs of Ork infestation within the planet's built-up zones. On closer inspection by Air Caste patrols, there was little to no activity upon the planet's surface. The greenskins had either conquered the indigenous life forms already, or invaded a world that was already dead. On the bridge of his flagship, O'Shovah's lips peeled back into a grim smile. The Orks would not lack for company much longer.Arthas Moloch was the latest in a long string of worlds to feel Farsight's wrath. Divided, and frequently leaderless, the greenskins were slowly but efficiently taken apart by O'Shovah's Ork-killer Cadres. However, a strange phenomenon occurred at an eight pillared temple dubbed the Great Star Dais by the Air Caste; wherever an Ork fell to the dusty stone, a bizarre explosion of light spilled out. Farsight himself oversaw this part of the purge, and had killed dozens of the Orks with his own rifle. He watched in fascination as, eventually, a blazing disc of multi-coloured light began to form above the dais, the shadows of the milling Orks beneath it dancing with a life of their own. A sudden gout of energy poured out of the disc like blood bursting from a dying man's lips. When its glow faded, the star-carved stone was covered with horned crimson aliens the like of which Farsight had never seen. The long-limbed figures cut into the Orks with swords so black they seemed to O'Shovah like holes in space, their unintelligible warcries forcing his Battlesuit's audio cutout to engage. More gobbets of energy spilled out of the blazing disc, and dozens of bright pink figures cartwheeled and capered out from wherever they touched. Raising their comically long arms to the skies, they sent blazing streams of multi-coloured fire into the T'au observers above; flames that turned the prow of a passing Piranha into shards of kaleidoscopic glass, and flames that turned T'au to stone, to water, to statues of screaming bone.Farsight ordered the retreat, commanding his forces to fall back into the skies as quickly as they could. O'Shovah himself was the only one to look back. As he gazed down into the crackling disc that whirled above the dais, the portal gazed back, though he knew that to be impossible, growing larger and larger until it filled his vision completely. It seemed to him that some titanic void, a rip in the fabric of reality of mind-boggling scale, had torn the heart out of the galaxy. Within it writhed a trillion terrible deaths, each calling out to him by name. In that moment, O'Shovah was changed forever. He had beheld a danger far greater than that posed by the races of Arachen, Orks or humans. This disc of light was a gateway to another dimension, and that dimension was desperate to break through. As blood began to trickle from the shio'he between his eyes, O'Shovah lost consciousness. His Battlesuit spiralled down to crash headlong into a cobwebbed tomb, its automated systems providing just enough intermittent support to prevent him lapsing into a coma.