For millenia, he has waited. Thousand of yeas have dragged by as he recruited proxies, one by one, to scour the cosmos for the artifact he required. Now he find he must return to the primitive, flesh-slug infected planet on which his quest began. Nothing will stand in his way this time. If need be, he will scour the surface of this disgusting world clean in the fire of his rage and search through the blasted rubble for that which he seeks.