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Warbrate takes a moment from organizing the strike to admire the political mess that this battle represents: it is sending its full expeditionary force into battle against what it assumes is an invasion force headed by a group similar in psionic composition to itself in order to assist what it assumes is a different species, run by a government it has never encountered, whose cousins are its greatest enemies. Warbrate isn't sure if that's irony, but thinks it ought to be.
The scourge lead the charge, disabling several transports by surprise. The other units arrive behind, mercilessly pounding the remaining ships. As soon as the strike begins, though, we detect warp engines spooling up throughout the system. Before even half of the transports are out of commission, the rest of them jump away, along with approximately half of the combatant forces.
There is a brief moment of confusion over the calm, and silence in space, as the remaining forces try to work out what just happened, but they soon realize we are here. Warbrate warns that our forces cannot possibly survive a confrontation.