The Imperium colony ship "Purifying breeze" entered the system of Taurus Alpha.

A minute later, its sister ship "The growing Seed" came out of the Immaterium and later was followed by "The Orephalus". The former was a close match at a mere light minute from the target planet while the latter emerged outside of the system a dozen light weeks distant and 3 months later, an unfortunate vagaries of the currents that flowed through the Warp.

Each ship was built to the same forge-world pattern, making it capable of but a single landing, after which it would be disassembled to provide the infrastructure needed for the city that would form with the hulk as its heart, power coming from the ships generators, food from its stores and assembly plants, goods from its forges and men from its cavernous bowels.

Aboard The "Breeze" the captain and future Governor Thaunt Iblass gazed through the electronically enhanced image on his viewpoint and laughed. He tapped a com-bead and spoke, his words echoing to the quarter of a million men and women who were the ships "cargo" and to the five thousand men of his regiment, The Veluzan second.

"Men, women - Humans all. Today we are on the brink of a new age for this system that we shall colonize in the name of the Great Solar Macharius, he who gave us leave to settle here after our long wars. It was he who supported the expansion that allowed so many colonists to leave from the hive-world of Terus Migro for a new life here, free of the harsh conditions, and wishing to live a purer life in service of the Holy Imperium.
The life here will be hard, but shall be nothing compared to the horrors we faced in the name of He Who Sleeps On Terra, or the death-worlds that were subdued with the help of my soldiers, my Guardsmen. Know this, We shall carve out life here for ourselves and for our children, our children's children, our descendants for Ten thousand years shall know of this and of their heritage!"

The cheering would have deafened hundreds were it not for the activation of the acoustic dampeners as the ship began the shaky drop through the atmosphere of the planet Cetis Alpha V.
Touchdown.

The work of building a colony and a city was hard and demanding, but above the concerns of growth were those of security, and the sensor reading of what appeared to be an abandoned space Hulk demanded urgent reconnaissance by Thaunt and two hundred of his best men, even if it was apparently lifeless (As far as the readings showed).

The wreck was strange, it appeared to be that of a round, saucer shaped craft of less than a mile in diameter made of a strange bronze metal that Thaunt had never seen before even when killing the Metal-warders of Tallucron 9. He ordered a trooper to shoot a piece of it off with his Las-gun but it didn't even warm after a near minute of constant fire. He decided to examine the exterior later, after the depths of the ship had been plunged. Within it the Veluzan's split up into three squads as each mapped out the seemingly endless maze of undulating, smashed corridors that glowed a soft purple ("Some sort of passive lighting system" Iblass thought to himself).

At the center of the ship Thaunt found a console upon which was positioned a strange keyboard that somehow squirmed in his sight then remapped itself to a series of pictograms that he understood.

"Xenos tech, and strong one at that" said one of the Guardsmen as he prodded it with his muzzle, muttering the litany against corruption under his breath a moment later.

Thaunt ignored him and after recanting the littany of pure deeds himself he touched the console, typing up a query on its sleek black keys.

+What are you?
+Standard Information System. I wish to serve.
+To Serve who?
+To serve you.
+Who am I?
+You are one of the holy race of founders that made me.
+And what is my race's name?
+That information has been lost. Extensive damage has been acquired since System was created, and race's own self designation may have changed.
("Indeed" thought Thaunt, "The ancient Men of the dark ages had lost their ways and became enslaved to the Xenos and machines. Could this possibly be one of the fabled Standard Template Constructs?" The thought dazzled him.)
+Were you created in the time of science?
+System was created by alien races and was reformatted so as to serve the True Cause.

"Sounds logical, but this thing sounds far too independant for a mere answering Machine spirit. A caged Iron man?" Thaunt thought for a moment then grinned, he'd been around tech-priests long enough in his crusades and his attempted interrogation at the pincers of the mad magos Adelphon Benat to pick up a few tricks in that time. "Time to see what you really want to do" he muttered then began to quickly type illogical commands, paradoxes and dead end mazes of lines upon words.

+Final Query - What is your Prime master?
+Preserve the continuation of the Error Race. Obey the Emperor.

"May he be blessed, this is a STC of some sort, damaged but still functional!" Dreams drifted through Thaunt's mind of a colony to outdo a Hiveworld, one that would do Solarius himself proud when he came to inspect it as he had said he would to all newly founded worlds.

+What can you help me with?
+System retains records but is heavily damaged. Requires energy. Requires bio-mass for recycling. Contains plans for radiation filtering technology. Contains plans for advanced empath plants with pheremone output creating bliss and harmony. Contains plans for travel machines and non sentient slaved servants for use in construction of colony. Learning flash imprint machines for preservation of technology and training in its uses.
+Tell me more of these travel machines and plants...
++Infiltration contingency in effect. Skarosian Vaarga plant food chain secured. Dalek case production will now begin. Technological flash imprint ideological brainwashing will begin from next generation of infiltrated species. Phase 1 beginning.++