Attack on Hopperion

Richard pressed a button on the console and an audio transmission began to play:
"Five standard hours ago a group of Reaper-class battlecruisers emerged out of hyperspace near Hopperion Prime. Outermost defense pickets relayed warnings before their destruction, and so the Grand Elder Council had already begun mobilizing the Humongous Warrior Elite when the first series of hostile orbital insertions were detected all over their passive skywatch screens.
"At least five divisions of Slaven urmatazzi made it down through the flak to the planet's surface. They are overstrength units, most likely high on metameth and synthmind. Highly mobile, riding APC and custom half-wing suits, accompanied by clusters of Slaven ripperdrones. Initial reports coming in suggest that they have split up their invasion forces to make themselves harder to pin down.
"Terror has spread through the countryside. Large numbers of unarmed non-com's have surrendered according to intergalactic custom, the Slaven would accept, and then the civilians would be killed systematically and fed to the ripperdrones."
The sounds of people freaking out in the speaker's audience.
"So... the Elders have dispatched couriers to all the major cities and bases of their allies, which means to just about every sector capital and starport in that part of the galactic arm. We ourselves are only five hours away by warp drive and will probably be the first to respond. A force will leave immediately, within the hour, taking the best ships we can spare."
The recording ending with a crackle. Richard turned to address his friends. "That was Force Admiral Nedding of the Wonderian Expeditionary Force, based out of their fortress at New Loam."
Devon nodded. Janet was pale and didn't say anything.
"Relativistically-speaking..." continued Richard, "with all other things being equal, we should get there about ten hours after Nedding's group."