When so incalculable armada approaches, it is terrible, from a distance it seemed, the multi-color, scintillating fog creeps. And each sparkle is the demon called by magic of the sorcerer necromancer. Over twelve and a half million military space vessels of the main classes, and infinite small "komarilnya", taking into account continually the arriving reinforcements its number approached two-lips to millions. The front stretched for couple of parsecs, in such scales even flagman ultra-battle ships look as a grain of sand in the Sahara.    Decisive battle approaches: Stelzanat against the many-sided "Coalition of rescue" which solved to strike blow to fleet of a cruel aggressor instead of continuous tactics of eternally late defense most. So much here is the ships, tremendous though in most cases only the variety preventing to battle effectively. Well, here for example a starprobe vehicle in the form of a harpsichord or with long barrels instead of strings a harp, and even a contrabass with a tower of the tank of times of World War II. It can and makes impression on nervous, but is rather capable to cause laughter, than fear.