[b]Lakfakalle, Kalle Star System[/b]
The sun began to fade into night once again, after the glare of the supernova and the sudden light of day after being enveloped in a solid sphere, the night was welcome. Everyone on the planet looked up at the sky, wondering just how much had been destroyed. Those who expected to be greeted by the comforting presence of Terra in the distance were disappointed, as it was nothing more than dust floating through the void. The gaseous remnants of the once mighty Hyphelia formed a small cloud of gas, but even in all this destruction, there was survival.

In that gas cloud laid hundreds of space stations, the same ones used to gather fuel. They were charred and dented, but their hulls were not breached even by a supernova. They floated there in the leaf-like green gaseous remnants of Hyphelia, a symbol of hope for Lakfakalle, collecting the remaining gases to be used as fuel. They may have lost two worlds and twenty billion lives, but they had not yet lost their hope for the future. That hope still lived, in every Child of Lakfakalle, it lived. Even though they had just gone through a tragedy, they were more determined than ever to earn their place in the universe.

Rockets began to fly from the surface once more, bringing up hastily constructed warp rings to continue the collective dreams of Lakfakalle. Construction workers put everything they had into the new space stations above the planet. Completely normal and unremarkable citizens donated anything extra they had, this time not to a war effort, but to an expansion effort. Recruiting offices were flooded with people of all ages and species, signing up for colony programs and military positions. Researches started trying every idea they could come up with until they got something that could help the Federation rebuild. It was like the ancient Earth Alliance all over again, pulling themselves out of a horrific war and constructing something great out of the ashes.

[b]Twilight's Room[/b]
Urania smiled, and began pacing like an Admiral before a battle.

"There is a system called Sol, send a fleet there, set up an outpost. Arm it well, fortify the system, make it a fortress. Others may be there, and you may be fighting them already, but do not fire on them. Transmit peace messages, ask them to help you defend the system. This involved the Imperial threat, Sol is a perfect inter-universal jump point, as the system's space-time has been weakened by the centuries of heavy warp drive operation. Oh yes, the Triarians. Contact Lakfakalle and ask for assistance, don't specify military, just for assistance. It'll most likely end the war, probably. I make it a point to not look into the future, there's no fun in knowing everything."

[b]Azwraith (Imperial)[/b]
Security teams began to stream into the bay, each one getting cut down almost instantly by the unstoppable Triarian advance. This was a tactic the crew certainly didn't expect to encounter, but they were prepared for it.

A message was sent out to the rest of the fleet, the voice of a human being carried on normal radio waves.

"All ships, retreat to system S-094, flagship self destruct protocols are in place! As Admiral, I am giving Captain Hoshino the field commission of Admiral. [i] Haigranizol Terra! Haigranziol Humanidad!"

With the order, the fleet disappeared in a red haze of tachyon particles. Meanwhile, the flagship remained. Alarms began to blare onboard, and viewscreens all over the ship displayed a two-minute self destruct countdown timer.