“I believe so,” the pony said, putting down the computation surface it was using and walking up to her. The crowd of panicked soldiers kept moving, mostly into the hangar. Forerunner guided them out of the flow of traffic, so they wouldn’t get trampled by accident. “The Storm King is not sending a single scout ship. It appears he has mobilized the captured Solar Armada, along with many mercenary vessels. They are traveling here from all directions.”