• The year is 2123, the voyager satellite probe drifts helplessly through the Scorpio constellation. As it floats, a shadow is cast over it. An impossibly massive blending of black metal and red lights emanating some kind of energy. A scout is sent down to retrieve the strange object. The silhouette of some sort of reptilian humanoid walks the halls of this craft, hurrying to find the shipmaster. He's carrying some sort of depiction of alien beings that strangely resemble a race that their own ancestors fought to destroy. Apparently they may have failed.

    "Shipmaster, we have retrieved the probe. It was filled with primitive trinkets that will not find use but this one in particular boasts something against the Prophecy. The Avians have survived and in great numbers. What are your orders?"-"We don't have much time now. We have to find the weapon. We must find the Demons Eye for the honor of the Crell."