Mission: UNKNOWN

On an unknown planet, far away from any civilization, a Nutzee cultist is preparing a dark ritual to ask the dark lord Brikthulhu for a favour.

Officer: “Are preparations met for ze ritual?”
Cultist: “Yes, everything is prepared. Bring in the sacrifice!”

The Cultist proceeds to pour a green slimy substance over the skeleton inside the altar...

...and then looks how the slime sinks into the skeleton. Everything works as planned with only one important ingredient left...

Advisor: “Please, release me! Let me out of here! IT CAN'T END LIKE ZIS!!”


Advisor: “No, no! Vat are you doing?!”
Cultist: “Don't worry, it'll just hurt a bit...”

*RIP*
Advisor: “AARRGGGGHH-”

... the heart of a minifig!
Cultist: “What a precious heart, you've got there...”


Cultist: “Throw the carcass to the night wolves, feed them, whatever...”


Finally, the cultist puts the beating heart into the skeleton's chest...

...closes the lid and prepares for the actual ritual.

Cultist: “Bil Ur-Sag Lul-Lu Nig-Hul Tur. Ha-Elm Zalag.”
*RUMBLE-RUMBLE*

Cultist: “Za-A-Kam Me-Lam-Ma-Bi-Du. Ki-Bal-A Su-Sa.”
*RUMBLE-RUMBLE*

It is done! The cultist manages to satisfy Brikthulhu, who is willingly to grant his request.

And from the altar emerges none lesser than the once fallen Cult Leader Ignaz.
Cult Leader Ignaz: “I've returned to the mortal world!”
Cultist: “Welcome back, my Master. You just came in time!”
Cult Leader Ignaz: “What happened during my absence?”

Cultist: “*hands over staff to Ignaz* We are preparing our Winter Offense on Ungarn and already assembled all penal legions for the attack. However, High Command is still looking for a general to command that army, as most of our commanders are too reluctant to take on the leadership over that bunch of lost cases.”
Cult Leader Ignaz: “Is that so? Then tell them, that I'd gratefully accept the leadership of these legions.”

Cultist: “But Master, these men are just the leftovers from our summer campaign. These soldiers are of questionable quality! Are you sure?”
Cult Leader Ignaz: “I am. From what I could gather on information in my recent studies, we can find the soul of a mighty and ancient follower of Brikthulhu, who might be of use for us.”
Cultist: “Is that so?”
Cult Leader Ignaz: “Well, I will have my methods to persuade him, should he be to wayward to give in to our offer. ”

Cultist: “Care to enlighten me about that ally, Master?”
Cult Leader Ignaz: “When the right time has come, apprentice...”