Miguel Chance screamed as the presence coming through the rent in space turned its attention on the crew of the Arbogast. Overwhelming hunger lanced into his soul, a desperate need for one thing...
Blood.
"Serve me." Dribbled the voice in his mind. "Serve me and live for eternity."
"I... I..." The hunger wracked his body, gripping his torso as if he were in the grip of a giant hand.
"Choose..."
"I... I... Will serve Lord."
"Then join me..." It hissed, as the creatures giant hand reached out and wrapped itself around the hull of the ship. The crew died screaming.