User blog comment:Owlfeathers0117/Caelmare/@comment-13740085-20150213195021/@comment-10700122-20150213221037

As the Vindicator arrived at the point, its captain looked around bemusedly. "What? There's noth-" Whatever he said next was lost in the sound of the cloaked Cinere the radar had detected firing its guns. The massive D-Day and 2040 volley ripped through the Vindicator, blowing it into small pieces before the crew had so much as time to scream. The Cinere continued on in the direction the first radar ping came from. No one could know where they were. And dead men tell no tales.

Especially men who have had their bodies turned to the consistency of hamburger beef.