The creature studied Vreta for a long while, quietly bobbing up and down in the ether. “Very well, let me see…” They murmured eventually. 

The stars in the background completely faded, leaving just a model of the Hegemon hanging over them. An exquisite map of a familiar spiral galaxy appeared to one side of them both. “This is the galaxy you call home.” The Rothian explained, turning and casting an arm as if to say ‘look at it’.

The Milky Way, as the Humans called it, then got smaller as the Rothian zoomed out. Another, slightly bigger spiral appeared next to it. “And this is the galaxy you’d call Ari’Etis, where we first had problems with the Hegemon.”

Next, two dozen smaller clusters were highlighted. The Milky Way disappeared, and the hologram zoomed in on the target galaxy. The Rothian marked one particularly diffused section in red. “This is the satellite galaxy where I believe the R’tk’tk civilisation was born. My Human hosts have named it Andromeda VIII. I am...having trouble being more specific. Navigational data was taken from me during your second visit on Rothia, I am investigating now.”

Despite apparently being busy, the Rothian had no problem answering Vreta’s next question. “A couple of reasons: firstly, we have learned a great deal about how the Hegemon thinks from before. It is not inventive. We can outmaneuver it with rigorous planning.” They relished the next bit, smiling warmly. “Secondly, we won’t be alone this time. We have friends and allies around to help us. This galaxy is rich with life - you must help us convince them to stand and fight together, or they will die alone.”