New Condria

The L'Er ships didnt bother acknowledging the cloaked ships and merely moved at speed towards the planet, many were obliterated by the explosions, but the asteroid impacted the shield, destroying it and spewing dust and darkness over the world. The remaining L'Er ships smashed onto the planet, land in and around cities, and the remains of the siege weapon fell and crashed into the planet, causing further rampant destruction.

The two hives were trying to direct the battle to the ground by deploying their forces onto the planet and harvesting whatever they could find. Feasting on the thoughts, sending the knowledge to all the hives. A decision to be made, and fast. The hour grows late and darkness falls, the reaping must be performed quickly, then the force to extract them sent even quicker.

The S'Ark capital ship broadcasted a message to the Normandy right before both vessels were consumed by both their own destruction and the Iscandarians attacks

"Superior? You misunderstand. Supremacism is... Lies for the weak, beacons for the deluded. Our feasts on your people show that there are those among you who have in the past eaten meat. Are they supremacists? No, they just follow nature, which inevitably leads to one conclusion. Beings eat others. Almost consumption is death for the consumed, we all kill a being or a plant to live. Nature is a cruel mistress, and she does not play favourites; Times and time again we have taken that into our own hands, because some things do play favourites. 
So we are merely obeying the natural world, predator and prey, hunter and hunted. We do not care for 'superiority', because we know there are those stronger, always." The voice becomes even more solemn "And now human, the two of us will burn together. Because battles do not play favourites either. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. And now your dead, you cannot pass on your new knowledge. I would leave you with parting words for your species, but it would never leave this small corner of space, where your people throw their lives away for a species which is already falling. We taste it, we find it in their thoughts. Alas, poor Terran, but at least you will die with your mind composed."
The resulting explosion consumed both vessels, ending the conversation short