The cold, sterile air of the Kagu command center was thick with a tension that was almost physical. Analysts, their faces pale and illuminated by the frantic glow of holographic displays, monitored cascading data streams that all screamed the same impossible truth. Officers from a dozen allied nations relayed clipped, professional orders, their voices tight with barely suppressed panic. On the central holographic display, the Aegis Luna, Earth's fragile, orbital tripwire, had gone from a calm, steady green to a screaming, system-wide crimson, before dissolving into a blizzard of static. Its signal vanished utterly.
They were here.
