Under the guise of help, he was going to invade. His target was Earth, outwardly a part of the United Sol Federation but internally they were almost at a full on war. Thanks to his spies excellent work, not only had they gain this information but also the perfect moment to strike. The martians would have to be thankful after he stopped their attackers, and Earth would be his!
The tension was reaching its climax as both Earth and Mars had escalated their preparations. A missile launch had triggered counter measures that could be interpreted as a declaration of war. Both sides were scrambling all their forces, and some minor skirmishes had already broken out. Earth United was in the middle of organizing a large scale strike when some Brevariran ships jumped into the system. Immediately accusation of outside assistance started to fly, as both side presumed them to be hostile to them.
"Good evening humans, we have come to assist in the Martian conquest of Earth." An explosion in communication was the result of this simple message, follow by an immediate martian reply.
"We do not accept your assistance, our aim is and continue to be the defense and independence of martian soil. Not the conquest of Earth." To fast, much to fast. His attack was supposed to have been immediate after the message, but that still meant a couple of minutes. If they would denounce them then they just had to switch side.
"Very well then, we will support the Earth conquest of Mars, FIRE!" As a mostly symbolic measure they shot and destroyed one small martian scout ship. But as it became clear to both side that neither side had called them here, their hostilities started to direct towards a new target.
"Ehm, captain. It seems both sides forces are heading towards us." Impossible, that would leave them wide open to attacks from either side. "Captain, what should we do?" It didn't make any sense, the whole reason for the conflict was their mistrust towards each other, and now they were just going to trust each other? "CAPTAIN!" The scream from his subordinate brought him back to reality, and he turned to look at him as he repeated once again, "What should we do?".
Well, if they couldn't do it peacefully-ish. Then they would do it with force! "Battle formation, line up." At his command the ship of his fleet move into position.
"Captain, we are ready to fire." Excellent, soon both Earth and Mars would be his! "Ehm Captain, a large amount missiles are incoming."
"Specific count?" It was fine. Their point defense was the best in the galaxy, could easily take many thousands, and the humans had little recent conflict. Easily manageable.
"No."
"Repeat your last reply." No? Was he refusing his order?
"Its not possible to get a count."
"Ah I see, to small." That happened sometimes when very small objects made it impossible to get a clear reading.
"No, they computer says their is only one but its 3x3 km in area." Ehm, what?
"You mean an area of 3x3 km is covered in something?" Some kind of strange new ship?
"Not anymore, they have split up. Computer estimates the count at one million missiles"
That was, bad, very bad. "Signal for tactical retreat!"
"It's to late." Waves of missiles roared forward against the first line of ships. The point defense systems started to light them up. Every time they struck one down it caused a small explosion, forming a wall of exploding missiles getting ever closer. For a brief moment the wall was halted, dangerously close to the ships. Until first one, then one more missile found its target. They exploded in immense lights, outshining the systems sun for one brief moment. As a hole formed, the defenses faltered and more and more missiles found their targets.
"Are they all... nukes?"
"Yes, captain."
"How many are coming for us?" Maybe if it weren't that many.
"At least teen thousand, captain."
Fuck!