"So, if you knew something like this was going to happen, then shouldn't some reinforcements have arrived by now to put an end to this?"
"Yes, that was the initial plan. A small fleet of fifty Alliance Police vessels led by one of our battleships is waiting on the surface of a planet around twenty-five minutes away by light speed. The moment any large group of ships traveling together and heading towards this planet were detected, they should have headed out to intercept. However, we had not anticipated that our enemies would be in possession of such sophisticated cloaking technology and would evade being picked up by sensors." Cerise said, a hint of distress in her voice.
By now the fleet had almost certainly noticed that something was wrong, but it would still take them some time to arrive.
In the worst-case scenario, they might not be coming at all.
