The battle had not gone well for Sarathiel and her host of soldiers. She was prepared for them to have built some capability of resistance in the small amount of time they had been at The Origin, but she was surprised.
Her cruisers and battle arks were almost all destroyed as soon as they entered the galactic space, a cunningly sophisticated web of satellites and defense mechanisms radiated out from the planet. The technology was more than impressive, it was beyond anything she had ever seen from the Fallen. Not that lasers and fusion explosions were enough to stop most of her host... just the lessers... and the ships. Most of her ships were destroyed. To Sarathiel, that was just fine, she preferred to see the blood of her enemies on the edge of her sword rather than from bombing and autotrons. All the technology in all the Universes couldn't compete with Angelic perfection.
