"The Golden System of New Rome
The Line
Situation: Diagnose, Submit, Receive"

The Fleet Master glanced down to the hologram and watched the reports before gently pulling one of the pieces apart and intercepting the transmission and listening to it with the same stone blank expression. Another set of worthless boasts, the kind he had heard from the humans, the hara-ka rebels, the Aru-Shumi... He had been in service a very long time and had listened to many, many species claim they were going to win (particularly when they had some new found technology or something they scavenged from the galactic center or picked up off an alien ghost ship; These short lived species had a tendency to over estimate technology). He directed a few fingers in the direction of one of his bridge officers to authorise a low strength scan of the enemy ship, then directed his attention towards the weapons officer
"Work with overwatch, draw up potentially attack plans. Leave the homeworld out of it. Lets show them we have some semblance of honour and civility, even if they have none."
"Yes, Praelatus Meus." The officer reported before dancing his hand over the terminal. The Fleet Master turned his attention towards the communications officer
"Send a psionic communication and request reinforcements on stand by, seems like this may turn into a battle after all. Request they do not destroy the enemy flagship immediately. Destroying it at the right moment may cause a route. Overwatch, set up a field promotion succession line immediately for any losses incurred, we must project an image of omniscience and omnipresence. Ensure it is visually downloaded to all relevant forces. Private request, should I fall in battle ensure draft message 'PM-DM.1' is dispatched to my mate and 'PM-DM.2' is dispatched to my offspring, 'PM-DM.3' to my parents and 'PM-DM.4' to all other relatives of note." Overwatch paused for a moment before replying in a slightly warmer though perhaps forlorn or regretful voice
"Affirmative" It replied before there was a distinctive beeping. The Fleet Master turned his attention to another officer, the only Hara-Ka who was a member of his high ranking bridge personal "Ensure the forces are ready for possible boarding actions. All types must be on stand by."
"I concur." The Hara-Ka grunted as he slammed his fist against his chest and turned. He was a giant mountain, even for a Hara-Ka, but his bulk and white/grey fur hid something rather uncommon in his species. A excellent grasp of military strategy and relative patience. Most Hara-ka could grasp basic leadership and strategies and when augmented develop a sound grasp, but few showed potential to be great generals in their own right. 
The Fleet Master turned back towards the terminal and brushed his hands over the hologram. "Have a basic message routed through the roman ships to try and keep our exact location a secret. Tell them that surrender will earn them leniant peace terms..."

Message bounced around then directed to the Abh

"Overwatch reports displeasure at continued Abh resistance. Submit and be subsumed. Notice; Acquiescence will earn lenient/charitable/kind treatment. Priority warning; You are facing potentially insurmountable odds. Advise; Cease resistance and withdraw, establish meeting, discuss peace terms. Code: Extract, Contact, Dialogue."