"You can start by listening to a recounting of events that you are no doubt familiar with, Teemas."

Julianus slowly made his way up the throne's stairs, the anti-grav generators that kept them and the seat itself aloft sinking a mere millimeter under his weight before he sat down and looked at Teemas.  He lifted his hand to pull up a spherical holographic control panel that he began tapping away at, causing the room to dim and activating several other holoprojectors that formed a holographic replica of the Imperial seal.  The imagery seemed to flow like liquid, almost seeming tangible.

"Roughly three galactic standard weeks ago, a unknown probe of xenos origin dropped out of an artificial wormhole near one of our military installations:  The Star Fortress Watchful Guardian."  The holo of the seal shifted, forming the Aryyt't probe and the massive installation of the fortress.  "It was broadcasting a distress signal to Watchful Guardian and it's fleet before jumping to another random system in search of aid.  A distress signal regarding your government, in fact.  Something about an unprovoked invasion of their world."  The young monarch's tone was firm, but unfailingly polite.

All eyes in the throne room on every floor and balcony, from the courtiers to the guards and Julianus himself, turned to Teemas, awaiting her response.