Region: New World Union
There was no response.. though with the three Infinity class's taking 'hostile measures' the rest of the fleet was given the green light.
The Meneldor suddenly was not alone, a crescent shaped formation began to form, surrounding half the system.. at first it seemed like space itself was ripping apart but that light surrounded by darkness was replaced by ships, so many ships. In total there was about 650 ranging from dreadnoughts to frigates, all present all in an hour. and now all of them began to close in, moving further, though rather slowly as the crescent seemed to to expand, trying to form a circle around the Ark and by extension New Columbia.
Aboard the Throne room in the Meneldor, Emperor Tar-Ñaltanáre sat upon his throne, joined by his court, including his children, all seemingly ready for combat.
"My ships are beginning the encirclement as we speak. Though it'd be preferable if we could take care of their pitiful ships first. We have the numbers.", Tar-Caranor spoke, his arms crossed and his red hair flowing from his helm.
"I agree with my brother, if were to attack now we can have this entire system under our grip in days, we're losing valuable time.", Tar-Carniangodîr then added, pacing back and forth slowly as he held his helmet in one of his hands.
Standing close to the throne and observing was the third prince, Rîn.. and one of the only Prince's who was not a king, but a keeper of the tree Silpion. He admired his brothers.
Tar-Ñaltanáre smiled, he then gave a chuckle before speaking.
"Nonsense.. we are not here to invade, only show a glimpse of our strength. For now they will see us as aggressors, they will hate us but it will pass."
Rîn looked up at his father, his silver-hair shining as his head turned.
"But father.. they're.. Calcanos. They know nothing of peace."
Tar-Ñaltanáre then chuckled again.
"That's because they're not Calcanos.. they're Humans."
Everyone looked up confused
"What?!", they questioned.
Tar-Ñaltanáre then pressed a button on the arm of his throne.
"Bridge, open up communications."
Lord-Admiral Oialëon sitting in his seat in the bridge acknowledged his Emperor's orders and began to return to the American's hail, using real time translation software taken from another first contact.
ATTENTION AMERICANS, THIS IS LORD-ADMIRAL OIALËON OF THE MENELDOR, SPEAKING ON BEHALF OF HIS MOST HOLY IMPERIAL MAJESTY, TAR-ÑALTANÁRE. LET IT BE KNOWN WE COME IN PEACE AND HIS MOST HOLY IMPERIAL MAJESTY SEEKS CORRESPONDENCE WITH YOUR KING OR CHIEFTAIN.