Invasion

The Equestrians had not detached their shield generators due to their central position, and the phase tanks in the room fired their warp cannons at it, a blinding flash! And the stations shields died
As sections of the stations detatched, the Collective forces were able to do what they had been hoping for. The gunships opened fire with their warp cannons on the blast doors of the station, and the dropships passed through the holes and landed aboard the Stations and their forces either charged out, or the dropships floated through the station hall ways, dropping off units in different sections. The idea was that eventually there would be nothing left to detach and the Equestrians would have broken their station apart. The sections of the space station, which were floating at a few miles an hour at best, were easy targets for Triarian ships to either avoid or destroy. The Praetorian attacking the planet had it's shields flicker... then die. It fired off it's energy projectors and dark energy caster at different Pheonix class ships, then jumped away.
Meanwhile, the Collective ships continued to engage the enemy fleet, wearing down enemy vessels with their hardlight cannons and blasting them with energy projectors and dark energy cannons. The enemy ships were, unlike Collective and Ceramus ships, remaining surprisingly still and this made them easy targets. While the Collective ships were moving around in seemingly random patterns, and the Ceramus were moving in formations, the Equestrian ships just seemed to attack like a firing line... and like a firing line they were sitting ducks for enemy fire. The Collective ships blasted the enemy with all they had, continuing their evasive movements as they did, attempting to crush the enemy fleet with a fell blow,

Message to the Equestrian fleet and planet forces

"I have a special invitation for soldiers of the Equestrian Empire from the Collective. See your stations and ships, how they lie broken before you. We see how you admirably fight us regardless... But, in a moments time your once powerful dreadnought and bases shall follow in their footsteps! You can continue to mourn your past, or surrender and return to your friends, your families and loved ones upon your worlds. Now... this part of the message goes out to the hidden Equestrian commander. Who continues to dance, but ceases to amuse. Now, is the time to submit to Collective supremecy and let your soldiers return to their homes."

The Chaos fleet warped in to the edge of the system. Distant explosions flared and died just as swiftly.

The Night Lords fleet consisted of 30 craft.

The Flagship of the fleet was the Nightfall a massive Gloriana class battleship.  A Gloriana is the size of a densely compacted city, and accordingly populated not only by officers and expert crew, but by a slave-caste numbering in the tens of thousands of souls.

Along with the Nightfall there are 10 Slaughter Class Cruises, 7 Murder Class cruisers, 2 Retaliator Class Grand Cruisers, 8 Hades Class Heavy Cruisers, 2 Desolator Class Battleships.

Warmaster Finch sat aboard his throne on his Flagship the Nightfall. The bridge was pitch black as was the interior of most of the ship. "Move the fleet into firing positions around the system. All hands to battle stations. Let's have a little fun with this."

The Massive flag ship of the Night Lords directly for the combat ahead as the other ships feel into a circling pattern around the system.

Supreme Observance of the Systems War
3 Supreme Warships, truly massive ships that alone could wipe out the current standard amount of ships that equal a 'fleet', easily powerful enough to ignore anything fired at it, folded into the system. The space-time continuum rippled behind the ships, as if they were a bobber abruptly pulled out of the smooth, glass-like surface of a calm pond. Each of the ships were surrounded by 80 Corvettes, flying in formations of five Covettes each, circling their motherships. Blue hard-light tails appeared from their engines, a purposeful side effect that both adds to their aesthetic value, and allows them to criss-cross the path of an enemy fighter or ship, and cause damage before the hardlight softens back into regular light, and then into nothing.

No message was sent from the hulking dark-blue ships, but there was no sign of aggression from them, suggesting that they mean not to be aggressive.

Note:
The size of a Supreme Warship would be enough to fit tens of millions of people inside. They are Warships primarily because the more Supremes there are, the more psionic energy is at hand. In addition, it's really just easier to have giant gun-laden ships that also serve as the population centers, rather than having separate civilian ships, and military ships. Three is an unusual amount to see at one place except the central fleet. Currently, if all the people fighting in the system banded together and started shooting at the Supremes, the Supremes would win. Remember, mind you, they were formidable back when fleets numbered in the thousands, fifty thousand years prior.

Retsukuu
Now for the topic of switching their morals... what do you like them to be? Absolutely peaceful, with no weapons at all? Or like that, but with weapons simply for self defense? If those two are what you want to pick, i might need to change their biological structure and their planetary environment as well, since they're based around their bombs' radiation, and bombs are war, you know.

Or, turn the war aside. From the Collective's side to you and the Equestrian's alliances, that perhaps might work. Make your pick, and afterwards i'll restore the Kalle system to what it was before the star went into a false supernova, which then i will do my trick.

Invasion
Curse of the Fearful incantation attacks are still ongoing, pretty much temporarily disarming moderate-strength ships and tearing down shields. The fast movement still continues, with attackers orbiting their targets and targeting any parts that are close to the starbridge. With this, many enemy ships may be left with dead pilots, and thus, disabled. While magic blocks were able to fend off some of the Ceramus' incantation spells, after at least one to two curse had been done to a ship, the blocking ability may be worn out.

Chances of the kinetic weapon being needed to be used might be increasing.

Two Mid-tiers, one Low-tiers and three fighters have been damaged and in need of repairs from the capital ship. They will still be counted as soon as they have finished being repaired.

Fighter Tier: 30
Low Tier: 7
Mid Tier: 15
High Tier: 16
Capital Tier: 1
Subtotal:
-Fighter:30
-Base:39
Disabled: 6
Total:63

This war... Some things you just cannot forgive, but for some reason you find a way to forget. Most Igrod feel this way as they rush into battle. Bodies of their brothers and sisters lay broken at their feet. Sixty years ago they may have felt remorse but no one remembers why they hate, only that they do.
There are those who wish to end the war and bring peace and usher in a new age of advancement and others who would just destroy for the sake of destroying. The leader of house Verdian is one who would see things renewed but it would require many new strategies. One of which he didn't want to do, ask for help. At this point, the house leader is Khan Numis.

Khan Numis stood proudly in the newly conquered home world, Asmol. His forces were battered and tired from the fight at this point. Black smoke had darkened the skies and the occasional fireball from destroyed ships entering the atmosphere, could be seen in the distance. Igrod empire forces had been utterly crushed but the win wasn't without losses.
Numis could see a gunship smashed into the side of a building not too far from where he was standing, he shook his head a bit. "How many made it."
One of House Verdians top generals walked up next to Numis and stared at that same smoking gunship, "You should be asking how many didn't make it."
Numis took a deep breath then turned around to face his massive army. The general turned as well. "Numis, I believe you've won a great victory here. Your soldiers see you as a hero." Numis couldn't see things the same way though, He furrowed his brow a bit then with a bit of anger, "This victory only leads to a larger fight, we didn't catch that bastard Shi'Hara. I had hoped he would be here."

Numis gave a victory speech like nothing else, pointing to the skies and speaking of victory above all else. After a few hours everything had settled down, he walked through the bombed out halls of the once great senate of the old times. It was unreal that anything peaceful could have existed in this place. The general made his way to Numis, who at the point was standing in the middle of the senate chambers. "What is your problem with this Shi'Hara fellow."
Numis sighed then sat down on a broken stone table that used to be the senates table. "His name is Talan Shi'Hara." The general chimed in, "I've never heard of him. He must not be strong with void energy." Numis just smirked a bit then stood up. "One would think." was all he could say.

"He is aligned with the new "empire" and is more dangerous than you know. He is behind so many events.. I cant even count." The general turned towards the walls. It was obvious that they were once grand and polished but had long faded. "Did he instigate the war?" "No, He did not but he is hell bent on keeping it going." The general smiled, "That's where we come in."
The two walked out and watched as Igrods flew by carrying various objects, mostly building materials and gunships in the background carrying massive surface to space cannons.. an attempt to defend their newly acquired prize. "Numis, you know those guns will not end this war." The general then turned to Numis. "We need allies.. and we need them fast. You and I both know that the "New empire" will be asking for the same thing. We've already seen privateers from other races fighting in their ranks. We can kill simple mercenaries day and night but if actual military forces arrive from other nations and point their guns at us. It wont end well."

Numis knew the general was right and figured, if you're going to get allies to bolster your lines and hopefully win, you have to reach out with something to offer.

He sent out messages to every race he had coordinates for, all of them saying the same things, "My nation is at a crossroads. We have a war that has lasted sixty years with no end in sight. The entire sector has been in turmoil due to this. I know the galaxy has its problems and I offer some of the most powerful warriors the universe has ever seen and a fleet to match it. I hope that if I can help with your problems, you can help with mine. Honor for Honor, Blood for blood."

((Retconning the Kelsof's position to Asmol.))

Asmol, Capital City
A tiny, dark blue dot could be seen in the ocean. Its coloring and size made it hard to spot to anyone without a telescope, but as time went on it got closer and closer to city. Finally, it had reached the point at which its shape could be clearly seen. It was some sort of vessel, obviously not designed for the ocean. The thing was gigantic as well, larger than even an aircraft carrier. It had visible weapons emplacements, but they were closed and labeled with a strange symbol: Two circles, one red, one green, colliding inside a triangle. There were alien markings below and above the symbol in ten different languages. If translated, they would all read "Antimatter Reaction".

There were also missiles sticking out of the top of the ship's hull, some were marked with the ancient trefoil symbol, others were marked with the antimatter reaction symbol, and others will were marked with the ancient omega symbol inside of a triangle. The words "Existential Threat" stood above and below that symbol in the same ten languages. The ship was almost painted in warning signs, and every single one was accompanied by a universally frightening distorted, screaming face. Nobody in their right mind could look at that ship and think "Peace envoy". Someone who was in their right mind would think "We're being invaded."

Interestingly enough, it didn't fire any weapons. A small motorboat was launched from its side, carrying a strange looking crew of a blue-skinned humanoid woman with antennae, a tripedal creature, some sort of dark brown skinned humanoid, a pink skinned humanoid, a frail looking humanoid with a gigantic head, a pink skinned woman with long, pointed ears and blue hair, and just to top it all off there were aquatic creatures swimming beside the boat. With ceremonial rifles strapped to their backs.
Whoever they are, they are definitely not from this planet.

The boat was run up onto the ground by its crew, and the land creatures got out. The aquatic creatures stayed behind, guarding the boat. The blue skinned woman took a primitive pistol out of its holster and walked up to the closest sentient being she could find, who appeared to be wearing a formal military uniform. When he tried to escape, she grabbed him and pinned him down at an unbelievable speed.

"Sorry about all this." She said, holding the pistol to his head. "I have to make sure you listen to me. You probably don't understand me, but I am the captain of the warship Kelsof. I do not want to hurt anybody, but I have to be taken to your leader. I will reveal nothing more until I speak with him, her, or them. You may have this language already recorded in mythology or ancient historical records, it was once spread across dozens upon dozens of galaxies. We call it Lakfakalle Standard, you may know it as Federation Interstellar. Now, if you can understand me, take me to your leader."

Retsukuu
"I suppose having them join the war on our side would be the most logical choice here. The Triarians have recently honored us by apologizing for the war, but they are still the enemy, if an enemy that could be a friend." Said the President, and he then went silent for a long while trying to figure out what to choose. Suddenly, the Delphan spoke.

"Why not give them the human attitude? Peaceful, but when bound to by honor or provoked they devote all their resources to murdering the enemy? There are probably plenty of hostile species in this galaxy. No hair trigger of course, so maybe an honor code to keep them from killing someone over an insult? Then put them on our side, and there you have it! Oh yeah, whatever you end up doing, don't take away their weapons. Trust me on this."

The President gave the Delphan an odd look, but these sort of comments were actually quite common for his species.

"Okay, maybe we should just go with the suggestion offered by the species-wide hive mind." He said "We probably should have asked your opinion from the start, Mr...?"

"Pythia. Bassae Pythia, 27th Delphan Guard Corps. I am honored to have acted as a conduit." Responded the Delphan

"Thank you, Mr. Pythia." Said the President "Go with his decision, two billion others are backing him up."

Restukuu
Or before you have her do that little one, let me make my proposal and see if its acceptable to your kind. Convert them to the Equestrian's morals, and have them align with the LCF and my children. It is the better way foward."
A new voice appeared, although to most people it would be quite obvious who it was, she did not say who she was.

Equestrian World
"We actually have a peace treaty, if you would like to hear it.'

Equestrian world
"Offer proposal, the battle shall continue until ceasefire or surrender, propose peace treaty, every moment of delay is more lives lose." A reply came through, and the Triariajn fleet continued its assuslt

Equestrian World
"5000 tons of food a month, for a year, and coordinates to several worlds ripe for agricultural farming."

Peace negotiations

"All the princesses must be turned over to the Collective in addition too your offer"

Peace
"Fuck no"

Transmission to the Chaos forces
"Request: begin your assault upon the Equestrians"

Peace negotiations
"Then you must offer name an appropriate offer to us, we require something more"

Peace
"A Selkath Colony, population and all."

Lakfakalle
Retsukuu listened attentively as the humans spoke out their proposals on what to transform the behaviors of the Ceramus into. Back in the past 50,000 years, humans seemed to be a nation of pea- oh, wait, humans are naive, as it seems. Every now and then, they would want a race to go extinct, and at other times, be the most peaceful race in the cosmic community. This would explain why they'd settle for the Ceramus having that very same mindset.

After the humans have finished talking, another voice popped up from somewhere. Faust?....Little one!? Being a bit... offended, Retsukuu tried to hide this by coughing twice. Afterwards, she continued.

I believe i'll be more on the human side, counting your vote by only one. One against two billion, and obvious choice. Now, then, let me fix the faux-supernova problem first...

Her hand raised up, and in moments the hot, glowing gas drained back to the star Kalle, and the radiation vanished without a trace. The black barrier surrounding Lakfakalle unfurled to a black ball, which then vanished.

Ercssus....valeum....etriois....

Peace negotiations
"Insufficient. You shall turn over Equiis, its entite population, in addition to the Selkath world and your original offer."

Peace
"I will repeat what I said about your demand for the Princesses. Fuck no."

Peace negotiations

"Cease your audio violations. Revising offer; Two of the Princesses shall be turned over to the Collective."

Finch laughed as the transmission came through from the Triarian Collective. He pressed the Vox activation Rune transmitting his voice to everyone with a working communication relay in system. "Equestrians! "Do you hear their cries? Can you taste their fear, their agony? Know this mortal: we are coming for you!" With another sadistic laugh from Finch the Chaos fleet opened fire on the equestrian forces. Long range Las Cannons scored long range hits as the Nightfall began closing on the Equestrian forces. A broadside from the ship saw Hundreds of gun batteries open fire. The Void was filled with thousands of Las flashes and plasma burns from the Chaos Fleet.

Peace
"None of the Princesses nor high officials will be offered as a peace demand. No worlds beyond the already offered Selkath world will be given. You know well that we will not accept your demands."

Retsukuu
Everyone in the room stood in awe of the act being performed, except for the Delphan. He looked on at the event with a fake look of surprise on his face, one any deity would recognize as such. He sent a psychic message to Faust, all the time maintaining the false expression on his face.

"It is good Retsukuu dismissed you so quickly. You are a deity, but you are not always right. The amount of thought you put into that suggestion amounted to a quadrillionth of the thought my people put into this. Our scientists calculated the outcome of every possible resulting event, reached out into the universe to view the paths of time, double checked all of that, then spent multiple man-hours deciding on just what words to use and every nuance of my speech, and for what? Only to have you come in and say that Retsukuu should give you and your children more power! Your action could have destroyed all life through a cascading avalanche of events! If a Delphan gives their opinion on something this important, it is always backed up by the entire Delphan Mental Collective! Never dispute such an opinion!"