[b]Sol System, Saturn: The Warning[/b]

Whilst the battleship had turned to face the Scout Ship, it slowed to a halt less than five hundred metres away from the threat. As planned, they had been deemed hostile, and the cruiser took this opportunity to deliver it's message. IT began to fold out, showing it's internal workings, which were found to be a single beam of unknown energy. The beam went from white to black, taking on the form of an impossibly empty void of swirling darkness tinged with purple. The ship was absorbed into the mass, destroyed, and in it's place was a single, red eye, with a crossed pupil and sinister black veins running it's edges. Then, it spoke, darkening the entire crew's vision and forcing them to listen, speaking as if it were their own consciousness:

"[i]VERMIN! You disgust me with your ignorance, your blindness to the shadows that surround you...
You cannot comprehend the pain and suffering that speeds towards your future, to be delivered by Me...
All shall kneel and worship Me, and heed My divine will, as you are merely tools to be discarded once useless....
I know you shelter the Warden, as I know all things. Surrender her to Me, or watch your pitiful civilizations burn...
There is no escape from My wrath, and you will truly know despair once I am Whole again...
Enjoy what little time you have left. For there is only one fate you all share: Your subjugation by Govra, Queen and Maker of the End..."[/i]

With those final words, She faded as all the energy from the sacrifice was burned out, and dissolved into nothing, releasing the crew from her grasp.

[b]New Condia: Reinforcemnts[/b]

All attack craft assaulting the frigates were oblitereated, smashing into thousands of pieces as they were no match fro the frigate fleet and casuing little damage to them. On the surface, the Constructs were outgunned and surrounded by the defensive Iscandarian forces, taken down one by one as they fought the Sentinels savagely, causing as much damage as possible. The remaining ships were annihilated in orbit, exploding violently in a haze of blue and fracturing into chunks of floating wreckage and debris. It had seemed they were defeated, having been unfit for a complete invasion of the colony world.

Then, a single ship warped in, this one completely black and silent at the edge of Condia's sphere of influence. Then, another. And another. And dozens more of cruisers arrived, rapidly flying into formation. More ships warped in, but this time, they were joined by a monolithic column, at least four times larger than the cruisers, which was followed by another. Two Cathedral Dreadnoughts, accompanied by forty cruisers and some smaller, strange craft appearing to be the size of frigates. It was the most powerful and effective fighting unit the Ethereals possessed, almost unmatched in fighting power and military tactics. A force feared throughout the galaxy for their coldness and brutality, sporting the most powerful equipment needed to quickly turn a battle in the Gathering's favor...

The Black Fleet had arrived, and they would not be turned back from this world.