Far away in the deepest nebulas of space a behemoth lumbers endlessly along it's eternal journey eating the worlds in its path like fruit from an over-ripe tree. The God-Ship the size of a sun rambles along its course - never wavering ever moving. For two millennia it's destination has always been the same - Na'Ch Thra' Thull "the place of the soft machines" or as it is known now - EDEN. At the helm of the ship that has eaten a thousand worlds is an ancient entity known to his people as their father, savior and soon-to-be God, he is GITH.

Hey, do we have any of that Plutonian Nyborg left?