WIP

The Everest tumbled out of the warp, holding within it the last 1000 Stone Men and any remaining relics of their legion. The Marines were shaken, shattered, devastated, and ruined. But they were not dead. The captain of the remaining marines, Brenn Corundus, saw their dire situation for what it was. They were lost in deep space, without a navigator or even a crew. Their communicators were silent, their engines barely functioning, and their entire legion lost to tragedy. There would be no help, no rescue for them. They only had one option: wait.
The techmarines cobbled together a series of stasis chambers for all of them, rigged up to the barely functioning void shields, so that if they were boarded by intruders they would immediately be awakened. They entered their living tombs, and slept. They slept for years, decades, centuries. The Everest drifted through space, a desolate hulk among the stars. Even in their artificial dormancy, the Stone Men dreamt. They dreamt of Neolithus, its inverted ziggurat-like quarries, and the vibrant towns within them. The strong people, and its rich culture. Its stone megaliths stood out in their minds, remnants of a lost age when gods walked among men and men danced among the stars. They had fallen once, and they had fallen again. This time, however, they would not recover. Neolithus was dead. A daemon world in one instant, and then swallowed by an even more abysmal realm. Onyx, their eldest brother and primarch, died banishing the horrible daemonic lord Kranios after he unleashed the horrible maelstrom upon Neolithus. And now they were here, at the edge of space, waiting for eternity.

The eldar craftworld Sgathan-ra hung in orbit around the exodite planet Uralliana. The blue waters and green lands of the world below reflected magnificently off the crystalline, translucent craft. An eldar seer, not quite a master of the psychic arts, idles at a sensor control room. She is young, only 1000 years old. Her fingers slide over the smooth, organic shapes and forms of the control conduit. Her job is uneventful, as things rarely go wrong out here. The exodite worlds were peaceful, and rarely ever in danger. Sgathan-ra's continuous patrol of those worlds was similarly uneventful, but she wasn't complaining. The beauty of the lush, idyllic paradises were exciting enough.
She then heard a psychic voice in her mind.
"Yvanna, I trust you are not falling asleep at your post?"
She smiled. Her older sister's voice drew her out of her zen-like lull.
"Only daydreaming, dear Ranya."
She straightened up and focused a bit more, directing her psychic eminence to the sensor conduit. Still nothing.
"You must relax Ranya, we are in the most peaceful place in the universe. To worry excessively would spoil its wonder."
Ranya sighed contentedly.
"If you say so, sister."

Suddenly Yvanna felt something reverberate through her mind. It felt... oddly familiar.
"Yvanna, did you just feel that?"
"Y-yes sister... what was that?"
"Something I never thought I would see again. A warp signature."

Farseer Ranya watched intently through the forward viewing port. The Eldar scout ship she was in hung in the air like a shadow, holo shields at max power. The growing anomaly discharged lightning as the tear in space time slowly made its way to realspace. Then it happened.
The Everest hurtled through the rift, its hull covered in burns, gashes, melted armor, and faded Imperial markings. fires burned like tiny lights scattered across the battered ship, creating tiny trails of smoke as it washed into the materium. It slowed down to a drifting speed, as if the physics of reality had only just begun affecting it. The scout ship scanned the massive Imperial battleship, bow to stern.
"This... This ship is massive. Where could it possibly have come from?" Yvanna thought aloud.
"It is a mon'keigh ship, the largest I've ever seen. It must have washed up from the galaxy at large, specifically I can't say." Ranya said, not once averting her eyes from the ship.
"Mon'kieghs? You mean the apes that the flayed ones harvest?"
"Well, technically, yes. Sometimes I forget you were never there before we left.There are slightly more civilized ones beyond the exodus stars, but I only knew of them before the fall. I could not imagine what they must have been doing to make this 'thing'.
either way, we have to get rid of it. It's on a collision course with Uralliana. I will take you and my glass arrows with me, and we will infiltrate the ship. We will bring a void core with us, that should make quick work of it."
"You want to bring m-me?" Yvanna stammered.
"You seemed to express boredom at your last position, perhaps you will find this more exciting?" Ranya said with the slightest hint of sarcasm.
The eldar's sensors found an open hatch in the ship's gargantuan port side, and they gently maneuvered towards it. The ship lurched a bit, as if they had hit an air pocket in a planet's atmosphere.
"What was that? are we hit?" Yvanna said, slightly shaken.
"No, lady Yvanna, it seems the ship still had barely functioning void shields. We got through them easily, but it caused that disturbance." Remarked the pilot.
The ship lined up with the opening and the glass arrows, elite plasma troops, followed farseer Ranya into the exposed porthole. They drew their miniature star-cannons, called moonbeams, and stealthily infiltrated the ship.
Yvanna was armed with a shuriken pistol and a power rapier, while her sister weilded a fearsome power spear. They crept down the dusty, rusted metal hallways, weapons drawn and ready.
Ranya commanded her troops silently with her telepathy, so any unwanted listeners would be left out of the loop.
"we must get to the core, or at least as close as we can. A ship this massive will implode on itself, and eliminate the threat it poses to the exodites. Let's go."

A silent alarm slowly makes its way through antiquated, dilapidated circuits.

The eldar troupe finds itself in a massive hall, lined with what seems to be hundreds of armoured statues. At the very end lies a giant stone figure, with a bald head and 2 giant fists. The hall is freezing, and frost covers the ground. Mist looms in the air, putting every warrior on edge. Yvanna holds her shuriken pistol at the ready, but notices something odd about the statues.
"Sister, these statues... I think they are in stasis modules. Very shoddy ones, but they must be functional."
"Why would a bunch of mon'keighs want to freeze 1000 statues in an empty ship?"
They continued down the hall in the direction opposite to the larger statue, and came to a much smaller hallway. They reached the end, only to find another statue and a dead end.
"Looks like we have to turn around."
Ranya and the warriors began to scan the rest of the ship, but Yvanna had become enamored by the statue in front of her. It was adorned with gold, and had dull orange eyes. It was clearly in some kind of armour that made him larger, but no normal mon'keigh was that big. At least out of the ones she had seen. She looked closer at it, noticing the scratches and marks across its armour. It looked as if it had actually fought in battle. The primitives that made it must have been good at their jobs.
Then its eyes began to glow. A flashing red signal on the cogitator controlling the stasis activated, and the statue began to thaw. Only it wasn't a statue.
The frost and ice that had accumulated on its armour cracked and fell to the floor, as its joints broke free from their icy restraints.