Namek
Inside the Megastructure, machinery sounds of clanking metal and endlessly running threadmills of assembly halls fill the air, the workforce of the massive factory toil endlessly in the building process of what ranges from simple utensils to massive weapons, stocked, mounted on ships or traded, they still produce it from the blue-ish metal generated from the core.
Atop the chain, and in command of the operation, sits the Forge Master on his blue throne, cyan lights running up to it, integrated within his own clothes. He bears a mask, and a suit what seems to be some kind of heavy armor, beside him his trusty staff. An endless stream of data flies through the display in front of him, generated by the throne itself, readings from the recent event, something unprecedented in the history of the cult, followed by thousands of readings of construction completion, weaponry, maintenence and other trivial matters to the Forge Master.
That is until the station's integrated systems warn him of the fleets that recently warped into the system, it automatically readies the structure's defense system, bullets from belts running into the turrets that cover the surface of the structure, however they don't emerge from the hidden cyllinders they are located. He knows that he must answer to such allegations , they are outrageous, thusly, he sends the following:
"Dare not come to our home with such allegations and no due reason. It is a fact that the prisioner that we thought we had a grasp on had escaped from us, all the readings and data say that they suicided into the core of The Anvil, an unplanned mass injection de-stabilized the self-sustaning plasma streams, generating a cascade of events that almost broke the containement chamber."
However, not known to the outside fleet, The Anvil readies itself for combat, manning ships and arming its workforce...