"...Ha, trying to flee now? How laughably naive."
In a region roughly thirty light-hours outside the Star System, seven immensely large motherships loomed in the cosmic void. Each one was enormous, with five approximately a third the size of the Moon, and the remaining two particularly massive—one nearly the size of the Moon, the other roughly ten percent larger.
Even Third Level Cosmic Civilizations could not all manufacture motherships.
This involved the duration of the curse of sterility a race had endured.
