A few weeks before...

General Ephirion was beginning to despair, the Grand Inquisitor's insistence was really irritating.

"What are we waiting for to attack? I don't want to come to this, but if necessary, I will excommunicate him and assume command of the second fleet."

"Proceed as you consider, Grand Inquisitor, although it seems to me that we already have the answer to his complaints here…"

The doors to the throne room on the mothership opened, a Saitan in a silver and gold pilot suit entering at that moment and heading towards where the two leaders were facing each other.

"My General, the twenty-five nightmare-type ships are ready…"

"Perfect... Now we can proceed... assume command of one of them Commander Akran, you can resupply the new fighters here on the mothership and ask the great Inquisitor for the spawn-guided mechas that he needs..."