Light from the stars of the Beta-Garmon Cluster had begun to shine through the warships' portholes.
Three Thundercloud-class planetary warships led the fleet, while two Gloriana-class Battleships guarded its flanks, with the smaller vessels positioned in the secure zone at the center.
The immense war fleet moved silently through space. Its advanced signal-jamming systems greatly disrupted enemy scanning arrays, like a school of sharks prowling the deep sea, poised to strike.
Jaghatai Khan wore ivory power armor adorned with golden lightning bolts. The Warhawk of Chogoris rested a hand on his White Tiger Executioner Blade, seeming to sigh for the war that was about to come.
"My brother, why don't you give our soldiers a speech? They need something stirring—tell them why we have come, and why we fight."
"Among us, you are the best at this." Jaghatai shrugged with a smile, gesturing to his brother.
At his brother's urging, the Angel's wings trembled slightly.
The Sanguinary Guard followed at his side. These mightiest warriors of the Ninth Legion looked upon their gene-father with reverence and devotion. To fight shoulder to shoulder with their father was the highest honor imaginable.
"You are right, Brother Jaghatai. Though our brave and fearless warriors do not fear war, the news of the rebels' relentless advance toward the Sol System has still filled many hearts with concern. They do not know what lies ahead, and naturally cannot possess the resolve of certain victory."
The Lion had approved this effort to raise morale. The Lion of Caliban understood his brother's unparalleled charisma. When Sanguinius spread his flawless wings and fixed you with those resolute eyes, no one could refuse him.
As the order was relayed, the vast war fleet entered a state of silence.
On the bridges of every warship, in every compartment, across every