Emperor Zorath Doesn't Come in Peace

"Attention, insignificant inhabitants of the planet designated 'Earth.' I am Zorath, the Unyielding, Sovereign of the Krylos Dominion, and my voice reverberates across the void, a harbinger of your imminent demise.
Forget your petty calendars and your fleeting concept of 'years.' The precise moment of your reckoning is etched in the celestial alignment, a convergence of stellar energies that will occur on the 17th of August, 2387, at precisely 07:42 Universal Galactic Standard Time. At that moment, and not a moment later, the Krylos armada, a constellation of warships that blots out entire star systems, will materialize above your fragile world.
We have traversed the cosmic expanse, absorbing the life force of civilizations that once believed themselves invincible. Your planet, a mere speck of dust in the grand tapestry of the cosmos, holds resources we deem necessary for our continued expansion. Your pitiful existence is an insignificant byproduct of your planet's mineral wealth.
Your internal conflicts, your desperate attempts to cling to power, your self-destructive tendencies – these are not merely flaws, they are invitations. You are a dying ember in a cosmic furnace, and we are the winds that will extinguish you.
Do not delude yourselves with notions of resistance. Your weapons are toys, your strategies, infantile. Your unity is a myth, a fleeting illusion that will shatter upon our arrival. We have faced down civilizations that harnessed the power of black holes, and you believe you can stand against us?
Your fate is sealed. The countdown has begun. The celestial clock ticks relentlessly. Prepare for the harvest. Prepare for the silencing of your species. Prepare for the Krylos Dominion."

Emperor Zorath the Unyielding, Sovereign of the Krylos Dominion, Harbinger of Cosmic Annihilation.