Above a shadowed world a gargantuan warp rift opened much to the horror of the populace below as they witnessed the sky glow purple, for the first time in living memory their surroundings illuminated by bright lights of any sort. Their horror turned to terror as the warp rift spat out a monumentally massive red ship big enough to be seen with the naked eye like a low hanging moon. The world cracked and rumbled as the gravity of such a massive object appearing right next to it disturbed its tectonic plates causing a cascading series of earthquakes around the planet.
The populace began seeking shelter wherever they could find it, in their homes, in alleyways, deep in the mines, some survived, some did not. The ruling class of the dark world barked out orders for their forces to protect them and to find out what was going on even as their palaces cracked around them.
Once the shaking stopped some brave souls dared to look up at the sky to see the mysterious ship that heralded all the recent destruction only for their pale faces to further whiten.
The sky was falling.
Hundreds, thousands of red trails falling from the sky were seen as they barreled towards the surface as they left the massive ship.
They impacted with a loud cracks leaving craters in their wakes and from them poured forth swarms of metal men and massive machines even as the skies became filled with flying machines that proceeded to fire bolts of blue energies that destroyed every defensive emplacements the uncaring rulers of the planet had installed.
The personal forces of the planet's ruling class poured out into the street along side the seedier criminal elements against the invading threat to their home in a unprecedented show of unity. To no avail.
Their formations were instantly melted away as a tidal wave of plasma shots washed over them while grenades dropped among their back ranks from mobile launchers shredded their reinforcements.
The few shots they did manage to get off impacted harmlessly upon the enemy armor as they continued their inexorable march. All of which was being broadcasted among their own communication networks despite the operators best attempts at shutting them off.
Within hours the planet surrendered as all those that tried to resist were immediately killed with no quarters given. The rulers publicly being executed as their crimes were emotionlessly read out by the red robed metal men. Then, across every screen, the image of a masked metal man spoke. The planet was his now, and order would be enforced, laws would be followed, peace and prosperity would be theirs, the innocents.
Soon the scene of executions was replicated all across the planet in the streets as swarms of mechanical animals shaped like canines prowled the streets in packs, breaking into buildings with their tough metallic bodies, and dragging out screaming victims who were quickly proven to be guilty of horrendous crimes.
The purges went on for a year, and the people rejoiced. They realized that for the first time in their life, there was justice, they were safe. The killers, kidnappers, rapists, thieves, thugs, blackmailers, drug dealers, slavers, and more were gone. Lights were installed all across the city leaving no place in shadows. The cities were repaired and the skies cleaned, many looking up at a smog free sky and breathing deep the cleanest air they have ever breathed before. Any crimes committed or reported were actually addressed. Their bodies cared for by newly set up medical facilities, the infrastructures renewed, and food becoming plentiful.
The world and its people were healing, and it was thanks to the metal men, or as they called themselves, the Mechanicum. A majority of the population were executed for their crimes, but all those who remained praised the Mechanicum for saving them and joined their faith en mass. Millions flocked to the newly erected forge-temples to learn the ways of the Machine God.
*Nine years later*
In a mere nine years the planet was unrecognizable as the surface of the planet now glowed with a interconnected web of lights from pole to pole, a stark contrast to the shadowed orb it once was.
It was at that point another event occurred. High above the planet, a tiny rift opened in space and out spat a small metallic pod.
Immediately the hovering ship that the people below got used to let out a beam of green energies that impacted the pod, slowing it down before it began reversing towards the ship and disappearing into one of the many hangar bays.
At that point for the second time every man, woman, and child saw the mask of the Fabricator General projected in their minds through the planet wide noosphere network as he made another announcement as life changing as the first.
"It is time, prepare for planetary dimensional spatial warping, activate all shields and pray."
All across the world the lights went dark as every spec of energy generated from the various geothermal, plasma reactors, and dark matter reactors diverted all of their vast energies into the arrays of gellar field generators spread all across the planet and to a special machine buried deep within the main forge temple.
For over an hour the planet the planet hummed with the thrums of transferring energies and the hymns of the hundreds of millions of new faithfuls as they prayed to the Machine God for protection for what was to come.
At a point, the energies reached the critical point and a second seemed to have stretched into an eternity as the planet blinked out of existence, leaving no trace of its presence in the system. Only a single massive ship where the planet once was.
For the first time in almost a decade the ship's engines blazed to life as another massive warp rift opened in front of the ship before swallowing the ship, leaving only a lifeless system in its wake.