"Well, I suppose Wolfe's own son would make a pretty damn fine merc. Your father left some pretty big footprints to -" Whatever he might have said next was interrupted by massive booms, that reverberated throughout the planet. Federation ships had begun to exit warp in orbit, and even in the upper stratosphere. Several fleets, at least, all directed at the dormant Imperial fleet. "We may need to walk a little bit faster..."