[i]Day 68 in the 8th millennium[/i]
They had heard its mournful cry for aid from a race long dead, and coveted that which the cry emanated from. They knew it to be precursor, and eagerly dispatched a fleet of 4 Reaper frigates to obtain the knowledge it might contain. The frigates swept across the void, hastened by the bending of space to lessen their distances. Their entrance came with little warning.

[i]Day 74 in the 8th millennium[/i]
When the Cel ships slipped out of the immaterial realm with little more than a whisper, they immediately detected the infestation. The commandant of this expedition found himself pleased. The trip had been unusually smooth. His good mood was barely hampered by the detection of inferior lifeforms on what they desired. He gazed upon the metal boxes that those surely primitive lifeforms called voidships, and issued a single order that the crew of all 4 vessels responded to with zeal: [i]"Cleanse the infection."[/i]

4 reflective, shadowy warships closed in on the station and the starships around it with every intention to fire as soon as they were in range.