"It was the Kalan'thi that named this vessel. They were a race of artisans, living for aeons to perfect their craft before leaving the mortal realm when their work was done. Now only a handful of them remain, trapped here unable to attain perfection and move on.
"When The Storm took their homeworld, only a tiny fraction of Kalan'thi survived, hiding in shelters or fleeing their system in sleeper ships. Those that returned to the surface found only devastation- their breathtaking artworks and soaring, glistening towers had been wiped away like so much detritus. Even when looking up at the sky, smoke and ash clouded the heavens so it seemed even the stars had abandoned them.
"As the pale glow of their blue sun lightened the horizon, the greatest of the Kalan'thi saw a single star bringing the heavens back to their world. It was no star but a star-traveller, a great ship empty yet driven to find their world. They boarded the ship, their new morning star, and left their desolated home behind in search of an answer to why their race had been snuffed out.
"Since that day the Morning Star has visited countless worlds, a herald of sunrise following the longest, darkest night. It has come to find those who survived and to take them away from the doom of their races, to give them a purpose. The Morning Star is the collected sorrow, remembrance and retribution left in the wake of The Storm, and the light that brings hope when it has blown out."