With your attack forces underway; multiple planets are sacked along with your strategy, even conquering the entire Fas'Kon'Anull cluster in a single decisive campaign. Excellent!

You appeared to have won almost all of your battles, some of them even without losses. But a few areas gave you trouble. Only after you bombarded and subjugated several enemy planets, did something finally come up resembling real resistance...

The ships sway through the air and "swim" through space, biologically. They look more like living things then ships, but for the Aristocrats, they are one in the same. The beings inside, yet unknown warrior castes, scream out at you. Their "presence" is fully integrated with their ships, fused with its biology, less a pilot and more its computer core.

"HahahaAHAHA! YES! FIGHT ME! KILL ME RIGHT NOW!!!" The warriors scream in orgasmic glee as their life's purpose is fulfilled, throwing themselves against your ships in the Aristocrats counter attack. You realize that by conquering, blockading, and bombing the shit out of many planets you've denied many of the reinforcements they could have produced. But it's not through recruitment or money; taking over planets and sectors stops them from growing more.

"Threes? Prepare my secret weapon!"
"...My Lord, that weapon was prepared by your father, after implementing a general technology upgrade, allowing for finer control over levitation and tractor beams."
"Hey! Don't spoil my moment here! Let me give the firing command!"
"Oh, my apologies Sire. Go right ahead, do the honors."