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The man nodded. "I'll make the necessary calls, but this'll take time. It'll take at least a week for negotiations to take place, even in a state of high emergency. If this threat appears before then...." The man didn't have to finish his sentence. The two figures next to him seemed to briefly frown in unison, the first display of emotion they had shown. Of course, this was quickly remedied, as they returned to an expression of complete neutrality. "What form of warfare can we be expecting? I assume this threat is another alien race? We have no weaponry designed for space combat, and our space flight capabilities are limited. But each nation has access the Linked, as such we may be able to outmaneouver them on the ground."


High above, the Clones were busy messing with the satellites. Of course, while doing this, they discovered something quite fascinating. A heavily cloaked satellite of clearly extraterrestrial origin. The only reason they had been able to find it in the first place was their current state of 'high alert', and their particular investigation into the Earth's satellites. The design was a large black sphere, with several sensors sticking out of it. It's exterior was dominated by a large spiral formation pointed towards the Earth, covered in tiny green glowing nodes. The materials it was made of were clearly a league above the technology displayed by the world below, and the technology itself was incomprehensible. All the clones were able to gather from it was that it was a sensory device of some kind, and that it contained something similar to an interdimensional transporter. This indicated it had been left here by a highly advanced alien race, most likely with the purpose of monitoring the human race, for whatever reason.


Before the clones could decide whether this was good or bad news, another piece of shit hit the proverbial fan. The clone sensors went completely batshit, as they detected a secondary warp-even within the universe. The anomaly seemed to resemble the one that had pulled them into the Warp, rather than the more explosive readings caused by the warp storm that had decimated the Tor-6 system. Of course, this was made many leagues worse by the secondary signals. It appeared an immense fleet had emerged from the portal, approximately 20 lightyears away from their current position. The total mass seemed to suggest some form of massive invasion fleet, although no clear data could be gleaned from such a distance. Of course, the more important readings came not from the equipment, but from the psychics among the clones.

Those who had been blessed with any measure of psionic powers could sense the approach of the fleet. And yet the feeling was distinctly different from what they had detected before. It was not the chaotic fluctuations of power, the maelstrom of thoughts and emotions that had preceded the Warp Storm. It wasn't even the calm and collected Presence of the Speaker, whispering dark words in the back of their minds. Rather it was as if a cleaver were tearing through the universe itself, a hole in the fabric of reality that followed the fleet. It felt as if there was nothing there, as if a shadow had been cast on the psionic perception of reality. And, most importantly of all, this cleaver of reality was headed straight in their direction.