If things in this sector couldn't get any more hostile, the cracks in reality get worse, until a large fleet marked in red-and-black enter the system.
Three strike fleets of unidentified ships, bristling with weaponry. The sheer amount of damage to the fabric of reality they did while jumping to this system seems to be overwhelming...
Whoever is in control of this unknown force seems to have recognized the damage as well. 6 more unidentified ships warp in and move to where the tears are at their worst. They seem to be repairing them, stabilizing them enough so that this universe (or at the very least, this sector of space) doesn't begin tearing itself apart while the mechanized rogue admiral Alpha-Alpha seeks to test its tactics.
"BROADCAST: DO NOT FEAR, DENIZENS OF THE DIMENSION. I, ALPHA-ALPHA OF THE DIMEN-- ERROR HTTP-403 ON LINE 32 OF PROGRAM FIRST-WAVE.EXE, FORBIDDEN TO BROADCAST ALLIANCE"
An awkward silence ensues as the rogue Core AI tries to recalculate.
"CORRECTION: I AM ALPHA-ALPHA OF THE... FALLEN... ROGUES. I DO NOT WISH TO DESTROY THE FABRIC OF ALL REALITY - I ONLY WISH TO ASSERT MY DOMINANCE. SUBMIT TO THE RULE OF THE FALLEN ROGUES AI COLLECTIVE OR BE FORCED TO WITNESS YOUR OWN ANNIHILATION!"
And then, to itself:
"SELF-ANALYSIS: i NEED TO BETTER PREPARE FOR MALFUNCTIONS LIKE THIS IN THE FUTURE..."