[Spoken Intro | serious | measured chest voice] Council members... three months ago, Veyra went silent. Six weeks later, we lost the Oridan colonies. And last night, Kharos fell. No warning. No survivors. Nothing. Three worlds. Three attacks. And every time, this council called it an accident. A malfunction. A coincidence. [Spoken Verse | frustrated | firm projection] I've seen the ruins. I've walked through the wreckage. There was no enemy fleet. No invasion. Our own weapons turned against us! And it happened again... and again. The same pattern. The same enemy. [Spoken Build | urgent | rising intensity] We found their ruins, buried beneath worlds older than our own. Entire civilizations... gone. They built fleets. They formed alliances. They prepared for war. And none of it mattered. They were erased! And now... it's happening again. [Spoken Climax | angry | forceful projection] You want proof? I've GIVEN you proof! I've given you the wreckage! I've given you the names of the dead! And still you sit there... debating whether the threat is real! What more do you need?! HOW MANY WORLDS HAVE TO BURN BEFORE YOU LISTEN?! [Spoken Outro | stern | lower register, controlled delivery] They're not coming to conquer us. They're coming to finish what they started. You can dismiss my evidence. You can question my judgment. But you cannot dismiss what's coming. And when the last world falls... there won't be another council. There won't be another hearing. There won't be anyone left to warn.
