"The deepest evil often wears the brightest mask."
At the very edge of the Oort cloud, the solar system's icy frontier, a combined fleet of TRC and UEDCC warships burst from warp. Dreadnaughts, carriers, battleships, and cruisers, their hulls dark against the distant stars, materialized in a silent, sudden display of force. They positioned themselves 0.3 AUs away from the golden dragon, a safe but watchful distance.
On the bridge of the UEDCC dreadnaught Vigilant, Fleet Admiral Yamada stood. His posture was rigid, his gaze fixed on the colossal golden form of the Dragon. He was a veteran, his face etched with the lines of countless battles, but this… this was new. He leaned into his comms, an open channel broadcasting across every known frequency, hoping for some sign of non-hostile communication.
