Hours after Prescott's crash on Xephos V, otherwise known as Mecha, the Terran Trifecta Union had managed to locate the path Prescott took to get the Xephos System. While the route was a difficult one, the Union launched up several hundred starships with one mission in mind, the subjection of deep-space. As their massive fleet left the Sol System, the Chancellor of Terran, Madam Mary Carpethia, sipped her Earl-Gray Tea. "May this be the end of such dreadful wars. All they need to do is lay down and stop resisting us."
Meanwhile, across the galaxy in the Xephos system, Prescott had put an ally they'd once called enemy, in charge of the corrdination effort as he was checked out back the medical team back on Xephos II, known to Prescott and the other Scotts, explorers, and this ally, as Phos Prime. This ally, a young, former emperor of Xephos I (also called Eos), and Prescott's lover, marched into the Phos Prime command center with an injured Prescott, limping behind him. "Everyone," started Prescott, "This his royal highness, Snow of Eos, he will be leading the assault on the Terran Union ships that have doubt picked up our FTL trail. As the offiers and various explorer group leaders turned to Snow, some couldn't help but doubt his ability to lead this assault.
Snow was a humanoid (very similiar to a human), coming in at five-foot, four-inches in height, and tanned skin, he wasn't much to look at. However, it was his eyes, with lightning white pupils that stood apart as if they were painted onto his all black eyes. The Fractured Coalition had all become accustomed to Prescott's solar flare orange-pupiled eyes. However, Prescott was a mixed-race human, stood about five-foot, nine-inches tall, and commanded the room with his charisma and presence. Snow, on the other hand, commanded the room with his piercing gaze. "I promise you, what my lov-*AHEM*-Prescott said, is true. We detected several signatures getting close to the Xephos System. I plan on taking them on, head on. THEY WILL NEVER HOLD A FLAG UPON THIS OR ANY OF OUR WORLDS!"
The room cheered as Snow rushed to his ship, followed by Prescott. Prescott grabbed Snow's hand his orange pupils locked onto Snow's white pupils, expressing his desire to stand by his side in battle. "Prescott, you can't fight, you're too injured. Please, leave this to me. I promise I'll come home." Prescott nodded as the nurses helped him back to the hospital. Once Snow's ship, the High-Magistrate, joined the rest of the ships, activity along the Xephos border erupted. Slip-drives, FTL-Drives, and more pinged across the system's border in a massive, overreacted display of non-negotiation. However, as the last Terran Dreadnought arrived, its Captain smirked as he gave a single command, "Let the slaughter begin."
While those of the Xephos System had better weapons and armor, the Sol System had better ships. Slaughter was the word used, but this, simply put, was a massacre. Coalition Starships were reduced to debris in minutes, the High Magistrate was putting up a decent fight, but without the Spirit of Freedom's arsenal of weaponry, it was outmatched. Snow and the remaining coalition ships were forced to retreat to Phos Prime's surface, which has brought the Terrans to their future colony, their future, voiceless colony.