"Singer on longscan!"
"Noiseweb reports good power-up. Ten percent transmission power and climbing."
"Trajectory! They're coming straight for the base."
"All hands, brace for translation."
The fleet carrier Mostly Void, Partially Starships clawed its way into reality, the colorless fluid washing off its hull visible only by implication. As it regained its bearings, twelve destroyers manifested: its attendant battlegroup. Distant drive flares announced the arrival of four battleships in a tetrahedron around the carrier, with their own destroyers and hypermonitors. Radiator panels warmed as active sensors came online, searching for forward interlopers. The Mostly Void uncovered its launch tubes.
"Noiseweb at eighty persent transmission power."