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High up in orbit, the clone vessels had detected the enemy fleet entering warp speeds. While it was usually impossible to properly detect a ship moving faster than light from a distance, the psychic void left by these ships made every psionic being on board constantly aware of it's exact location. Almost like a giant psionic middle finger made of fear. As such, despite the fleet disappearing from the scanners, it was clear that they had not left this universe, but had merely accelerated to several times the speed of light. This might surprise the clones, as the forces of Chaos had no need for ftl travel, instead using the warp as a method of transportation. However, this was nothing compared to the surprise that was felt as the ships unexpectedly arrived in the solar system.

There were approximately 200 ships, the largest of which were two dozen kilometers long. And yet they came not with the trademark plasteel plating of the Chaos warships, but clad in hardened organic materials. Thermal readings showed that every single one of the ships was alive, propelling itself through an advanced fusion reactor somehow located within a living being. Immense tendrils reached out into the depths of space, covered in barbs and blades. Rows of canons prepared themselves, filled not with traditional ammunition or advanced energy weaponry, but with the highly advanced electrolysing acid utilized by the Tyranid. It bore no name, carried no signal, and sent no warning. An armada of merciless killing machines had just entered the solar system, and suddenly the forces of chaos seemed so much further away.

The immense ships seemed to hover around the planets at the edge of the solar system, sending down hails of pods. Meanwhile, the tendrils reached down onto the planets themselves, draining whatever atmosphere those worlds possessed. Hordes of tiny creatures set about digesting the planets, digging into the outer layers to recover any and all mineral value from them. Entire worlds were stripped bare before the clones' eyes as the ships advanced, seeming to have no goal besides their relentless hunger. For the moment the ships seemed to pay no mind to the clone fleet, although it was almost certain they had been detected. Possibly the clones just weren't looking tasty enough, or possibly they were betting on the clones remaining still to protect the Earth. Either way, the clones and all their allies found themselves suddenly on the menu of this tiny little hive-fleet.