Galactic marauder flagship "Cthylhorizon" besieging the star-scorched reefbase Elysium-IV, massive sail unfurled like a tattered dark god's wing, amidst swirling vortex of purple and green aurora, Captain Zha'thik astride the aftcastle, cloak billowing with an otherworldly wind, long fingers grasping the helm as bulging, pulsing tentacles writhe from his humanoid form like a cancer of the void, the sea itself a scum-sheened convergence of eldritch terrors and abyssal horrors, the ship's black hull glistening with an oily sheen as if coated in the decayed fat of a thousand dripping stars, in the crowd of ghostly pirate crew, grinning skull faces leering from the shadows of the rigging, their dead eyes blazing with a sanity-shattering comprehension of the cosmos.