Richard flew towards the sky, his gaze fixed on the approaching Imperial Armada. High above the Sol System, on the bridge of the colossal Imperial Krill Capital Ship, the 4 Kings and their allied Dukes watched the live feed from Earth. The sight of Shuha'dar struggling, and Richard's defiant declaration, infuriated them.
"Zh'karr-a'th! (Enough!)" Vurmak roared, slamming a clawed fist onto a console. His multi-faceted eyes glowed with a cold, predatory light. "Na'kar-ak Krill'an-delay! (No more holding back!) Krill'an-fleet, full-attack! (Imperial fleet, full attack!) Xy'lar-ak Krill'an-destroy! (Kill the resisting humans!) Na'kar-ak Krill'an-harvest! (Do not worry about indiscriminate bombing!) Xy'lar-ak Krill'an-survive! (We will take the surviving humans!)"
