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It had been multiple days of travel before the Evvean fleet even triggered an early warning sensor. Soon enough, the dystopian grey skies were over them and they found multiple dots on the horizon. In fact, the entire horizon had been lined with ships. There had to be at least 60 small ships, namely PT boats, rocket and torpedo ships, and gunboats as well as about a dozen frigates. The ships split up and began to enclose the fleet in a pincer like formation, maintaining their distance but keeping formation. Just as they were about to fire upon the ships, they saw the facsimilie flag. Instead, a broadcast was shot towards the other ships via radio.

"This is the People's Navy of Exsorcial. You are in sovereign territory of Infinite Father. We see your flags. What business do you have in our waters?"

The firm voice of a commodore filled the flagship's bridge. He did not seem impatient or angry, but moreso reserved, like a man playing a particularly strategic game of chess. Meanwhile, in his own bridge, his crew looked onward with dead faces at the enemy ship, fingers on the metaphorical triggers. A separate commodore was preparing a volley fire of rockets and flak turrets. The Exsorcialain side merely waited with formality and caution.