[b]Sol System[/b]
The comms from Earth were silent, and the few ships above Earth surrendered, allowing themselves to be taken prisoner on the Dreadnought. The space battle was won, and the Terrans didn't even so much as whimper. Or so it seemed. In reality, a flurry of messages flew through the system using Quantum entanglement. Every ship above Earth had recieved orders to surrender, but outside of Earth Orbit, the warships had been given the order to load plasma ammunition and group up behind the moon. Within just a few hours, every available military vessel had formed into a single fleet of over five hundred ships over the Dark side of the moon. At that point, a single, simple order was transmitted.

[i]Attack[/i]

With that, the [i]Försvarere av Humanity[/i] fired it's tachyon lance for the first time. A glowing blue beam of the particles shot out from the direction of Luna, moving faster than light itself. The sheer force of the beam ripped apart any ship that came into contact with it. Just a minute later, the entire Terran fleet appeared from behind the moon. A hail of plasma fire flew towards the Iscandarian fleet, an unexpected weapon for such a primitive species to be using. The plasma bolts tore at the shields and hull of enemy vessels. The humans definitely weren't going to give up.

The [i]Försvarere av Humanity[/i] flew straight into the Iscandarian fleet. Using the warp drive as it's only propulsion, it darted between enemy ships, using maneuvers that would have turned the entire crew into red mist had it been using a normal engine. It fired an odd weapon: a mass driver that accelerated streams of molten metal. The metal was absolutely devastating, ripping straight into the enemy vessels and acting like a cutting beam. Any hope of the ship running out of ammunition was shattered when the ammo line to one of the turrets was severed. Instead of becoming useless, it kept tracking enemy targets and doing damage to them with invisible laser beams. 

The main fleet was quick to follow, firing plasma bolts and missiles as it stormed towards the Iscandarian fleet. Suddenly, dozens of Iscandarian warships were struck by what seemed to be gigantic missiles, antimatter missiles. What was just now being put into use by the Iscandarians seemed to be plentiful to the humans, the keyword being "seemed". In reality, they were just civilian vessels filled with antimatter and sent on a full-speed collision course with an Iscandarian vessel. Of course, the humans didn't let them know that.

The attacks focused on the battleships in the back, and the ramming combined with plasma bolts from the military vessels were doing significant damage to the group. All of the larger vessels released torrents of fighters, bombers, and gunships, which swarmed the Dreadnought. The bombers picked at shield generators, while the gunships went straight for the hull, drilling into the ship and releasing marines clad in armored spacesuits. They blitzed towards the brig, not a single one even giving a thought about casualties. 

Meanwhile, the battle in space continued to rage as the two fleets clashed in melee, the humans had lost at least two dozen vessels in the initial assault, but refused to back down. On the surface of Earth, the UTF forces were ordered to stand down. there was no reason to fight the Iscandarians while they could destroy entire cities with a couple shots from orbit. Instead, they were told to wait until space had been cleared, at which point a rescue operation would be attempted.

[b]Message to the fleets in Sol[/b]
"And to think the Iscandarians spoke of peace once." Said a feminine voice, the anger in the voice obvious obvious. "Either they're so stupid that they see a few terrorists as evidence that an entire species in evil by nature, or they planned to conquer us from the start. My money's on the second. To the Bicirrigans, everything the Iscandarians are saying is most likely a lie. They told our greatest warrior that he was actually one of their own people. and that's looking more and more like a lie every second. It seems as though they just wanted us defenseless, a civil war just also happens to be a convenient excuse for the attack. They openly forgave us for that war in our past, but now they judge us by the actions of just a tiny percentage of our people. Our forces have engaged the Iscandarian fleet, it would be a great honor to have a species that knows of our past atrocities willingly fighting alongside us."

[b]Alas Prime[/b]
Fergus turned to Basil, his eyes filled with hatred, but a perfectly neutral expression on his face.

"So you're stereotyping humanity? Deciding that an entire species is naturally evil despite the vast majority wanting peace? That's called speciesism, an analog to the racism seen on Earth before humanity's eyes were opened. That racism is something humanity is deeply ashamed of, and you're basically being racist. Humanity got over racism, you apparently haven't. I know for a fact that my people aren't like that, so you;re not my people. Is this planet really called Gliese, despite that being a human name? Or was it all a trick? Logic points towards trick." 

He put his hand out, and Basil felt a hand on his neck. The sensation left his skin almost as quickly as it had begun, but in a few seconds, he felt it again. This time it was next to his holster. The pistol limply fell out of it, and Fergus lunged at Basil, knocking him on the floor. He then quickly picked up the pistol and pointed it at Basil's head.

"Low level telekinetics. Not much, but enough to make a pistol flop around. You'll give me an audience with the Immortals right now, or else I'll pull the trigger. There wasn't a single human at that meeting, in other words, you have denied the defense any way of defending itself. I'm that way. I didn't want this, but it's the only way. My ultimatum stands."