The war, if it could even be called that, raged on for 7 months. Every fleet we threw at these invaders became sacrificed for little gain. Their ships-- immense cathedrals many kilometers long-- carried weapons which lit up the blackness of space to such a degree that we could not hope to match. Similar fleets had waged wars of utter extermination against the Klingons and Romulans. It appeared that they faced the brunt of their cruelty. We had no friends to turn to in our time of need as planet after planet fell at the Federation's fringes. Unlike our contemporaries, our call for a truce had been accepted. We sent delegates to meet with their leader, a man named Warmaster Horus. Horus' demands were simple, "Join the Imperium, or see your Federation be destroyed"