Their screens flashed again, the image of the ring replaced with an outline unfamiliar to Olivia. It seemed positively enormous, though from the aerodynamics of it she could guess it could fly in atmosphere as well. “This is an Atreides-class Fleet Carrier. It will carry a complement of 1.3 million human Synthmarines, twelve fighter wings, an entire detachment of engineering corps…” Forerunner rose to a standing position, and Olivia could see him glaring at her. “Equestria’s method of protecting Sanctuary will have failed if I reach this point. Keeping themselves ignorant, appointing a class of elites to deal with existential threats… I find it insufficient. If Harmony will not protect us, I will.”