New Wandilo itself was a vast desert planet, only part of it seemed to be civilized. However that part was ravaged. Even from the ships' heights, it was clear that the large cities no longer existed. They were completely gone- as if a tidal wave had crushed them under it's boot. The signal would be received by ghost towns. However, what was visible was an absolutely massive cloud of tan colored gas, coming off the right side of the planet. It covered half the ball of rock, and reached miles up, way far out into space. Scans (I assume) would indicate that they were releasing electrical, and thermal energy, at quite high amounts, too. The priest of the Yorshka listened to the message, picking up on its signal with curiosity. He listened... And decided to speak back. Picking the largest ship of the bunch, he spoke to the crew through their minds, an echo of his voice carrying across the cosmos. [i]Surrender? Shields? Minutes? You speek nsemse. Who... You? [/i]

[i]I am Captain Matthias. You are killing this planet and its people. We wish you to leave. We will fight if you don't.[/i] The formation slowly inched towards the defensive screen, shields up and weapons online. A small cloud of fighters formed at the front of the line, followed by bombers, gunships, and dropships carrying boarding equipment. [i]You do not want to fight us.[/i]

The defensive screen itself was growing at an incredibly fast rate. It had covered 3/4 of the planet rather than just half, and was quickly gaining speed towards the formation. [i]Nyet. Send Frigate- we. In large ship! Negotiate- yesss?[/i] The fighters were soon engulfed in the screen, scanners and shields beginning to falter under the constant electrical and thermal energy being released.

[i]Disable your screen immediately. We will not negotiate if you continue to attack our men.[/i] The Captain warned, his tone calm. A single frigate prepared a crew, and a small detachment of dropships and fighters waited for the screen to clear.

[i]The screen cannot be "disabled" is continue to grow. We send ship out? Yes?[/i] It seemed that even they had no control over the screen, which seemed to be growing faster as time went on. It seemed they would not back off, or could not.

[i]Send it.[/i] He said, as the formation readied for possible combat.