Gladiaxa
The black void between the stars begins to assume an increasingly red tint. The entire system, as if enshrouded in a nebula, trembles in fear of things to come. The main fleet of the Bloodcult slowly approaches the planet, exiting a red portal the uneducated might consider a form of warp travel. Leading them is an archer, an abominable ship whose monstrous size eclipses anything the Bloodcult might have considered a ship of the line until recently. Psionic shockwaves reverberate through the vacuum, and paralyzing howls and screams can be heard by every consciousness. Atop the baleful battleship, an eldritch figure that's barely passable as a humanoid stands, it's very presence a plague upon the fabric of reality. The Hivemind stretches out it's arms, and draws a circle of red hardlight in the space before it. The red light shoots out mid - incantation towards the kel'shir base, stops a few hundred meters above the fortifications, and forms a dome shield around them. When the protective crimson light impacts the ground, a shockwave is sent out, and everything but the fortress is hit with an enormous force.
The hivemind glances towards the slaughterers, Ships with Bloodcult components, now twisted by the darkness into servitude to them. "The fools dare believe they have the right to control you. Ignorant to your only master, they thought they could make you attack us. I relieve you of your service."
With a flick of the figure's wrist, the cells of the Slaughterers began committing mass suicide. Slowly overcome with the Bloodcult equivalent of necrosis, the ships slowly fell apart, their remains spilling out anticlimactically.