"Foolish child," the voice of Nordok became a deep, inhuman grow within Trinity's mind, as Leonal sprang his ingenius plan into action. "you hesitate, and give him room to act!" Already he could feel the weakening pull of the femto-scale device, seeking to rip him from his Destructor's consciousness and entrap him. The Ancient One feared nothing; he was convinced of his ability to free himself from any prison, given time, but he had grown tired of his plans being delayed. It was time for the meddlesome entities of the universe to learn the cost of opposing its will.
"Clearly, I must do everything myself." Before he was pulled from his unwilling host and into the exomatter-powered machine, he executed one of his favored abilities: the ability to create portals to virtually any location he had direct knowledge of. In this case, he ripped open one of his trademark violations of the laws of space, and roughly fifty meters behind Leonal, a doorway opened, one that led past the event horizon of a black hole. Immediately, the rift began drawing everything around it, including the matter of the station itself, into its crushing gravity well.
The death of planets was nothing to the Lord of the Abyssal Imperium. The consumption of this station by one of the most inexorable cosmic forces would be less than nothing.