[WP] Humanity is a dying race within the galaxy and other races are seeking to destroy them, but some seek to help them. As the alien fleet arriving at the last system of humanity, they spot an abnormal area within the system. Soon a massive human armada appeared from the portal to another universe.

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Commander Puvala grinned as he stared out of his view screen. Humans were weak, oh so weak. It took them triple the time to become even remotely space worthy and have barely even left their own solar system. While they may have exceptional communications capabilities which enabled them to reach out far and wide and even gained a few allies because of it.

He spits on the floor at the thought of those split lips Fangelions.

But now the famed Warmaster of the Chillian 5th fleet was here to put an end to the stink of humanity. The few defences humans had were easily overwhelmed on the outer edges of their Sol system and now only Mars and Earth remains. His fleet consisted of only 200 ships but it was enough to strike at supply lines, orbital bombardment and the likes. He knew that their allies would be coming but he planned on making it quick and leaving everything barrent.

He was brought out of his musings but a sudden but violent shaking as the entire ship suddenly rocked. He managed to grip himself to prevent from flying out of the chair, others weren't so lucky. "REPORT! WHAT THE HELL IS..." The Warmaster was interrupted by another shaking, this time 3 times worse and he was thrown out of his chair, slamming into the ceiling before dropping down onto the floor with a thud. "Would somebody tell me..." He groaned out as his sharp talons scratched the floor as he pulled himself up. "What the blitiknek is going on?!"

"Sir..." An equally groaning ensign replied, also recovering from the sudden deposit onto the floor, "We're dropping out of high warp!"

"What!" The ship dropping out of high warp on its own didn't bode good. There were only a few things that could do that, some natural and some artifical. The thought made him growl, did the Fangelions arrive already to help their human allies? That was impossible, latest intel put them days away. There was a sudden lurch, muted this time but noticeable, as the ship returned to normal space.

"Sir! We're out of high warp and so are the other ships. Reports are coming in."

"Give me a scan of the region! Find out what's..."

"Sir! There's a massive anomaly near us. It's producing massive gravatational shockwaves. That's what dropped us out of high warp!"

Another growl erupted from his throat. "Any human or fangeliaian ships on sensors? Where are we exactly?"

"According to my readings, we’re approx. 7 light years out from the Mars system. There are several human ships near the planet but they are small and most cargo vessels.”

“On screen.”

The order was complied and Puvala found himself staring at the so called anomaly. It was massive for sure, easily filling the screen despite it being zoomed all the way out. Puvala had seen his fair share of anomalies but this one was different. As he stared into the swirling void, something inside him started twisting and churning. It felt like something was grabbing his insides and rearranging them any which way. It wasn’t just the physical sensations, but as he stared into the abyss, he felt like something was staring back.

A welcome distraction came in the form of a couple of his bridge crew vomiting. He turned and found most if not all of his crew also staring into the abyss, their faces telling him all he needed to know. However before he could bark out orders to get their attention, a very loud alarm erupted from a nearby console, one that happened to indicate a proximity alert. It also had the effect of snapping the bridge crew out of their stupor and return to their consoles just in time to see something impossible happen.

Out of the swirling vortex, came a massive ship, big and bulking with an angled front. As more of the ship emerged, he saw various iconagraaphy along the hull that almost looked like religious inspiration. Then he saw it, along the side, in shimmering gold was looked to be a symbol of a two headed winged creator, one of the heads looking to the left and another to the opposite side. Its wings were spread out and its talons wide and sharp. Puvala barely had time to admire the icon before another ship came out, then another, and another and another. Him and his bridge crew watched as similar ships of the first one kept on appearing out of the vortex until the space was filled with ships of various shapes and sizes.

Another beeping made itself known, this time, it came from one of the consoles in front of him in the form of a incoming communication. The ensign looked over his readings and stammered, “S-sir, in-incoming communication from the alien s-ships sir.”

Warmaster Puvala steeled himself and straightened himself up. It wouldn’t look good for appear scared in front of another species. He stood up and gestured to the ensign to activate the comm channel. What came next however left him a bit dumbfounded. He expected some other manner of species that heard the human’s cry for help. What he did not expect to see was a massive human, all clad in golden armor, a halo above his head sitting on what looked to be a massive throne surrounded by equally armored crew and strange mechanical beings with metal tentacles sprouting out from their backs. This can’t be human, all the humans he know of were not nearly this huge, all skin and bones.

“I am Warmaster Pv…”

“Your name is no concern of mine xeno filth.” He took a step back at the sudden boom of this human’s voice. It wasn’t just the loudness, there was a kind of punch that came with it. “We have heard the cries of humanity in this universe and we have answered. Prepare yourself xeno. I will send you to meet your god.”

As the comm channel closed, all eyes turned toward Puvala, each wearing an expression that just about matched his own.

They were screwed.