It begins with a trickle. The tiny pops of warp travel arrivals announcing new Zerg entering the battle. The Terran battle lines barely move to counter.
It continues to a steady stream, pockets of Zerg under the combined control of Warbrate and Gorn causing bulges and bends in the Terran line, as more troops arrive.
It continues into a flood, Zerg forces pouring into the system constantly. Several divisions of the Terran fleet, obviously outnumbered and doomed, jump away. The remaining Terrans fight bravely, taking many units with them, but despite their bitter resistance, they are finally crushed under the sheer weight of the Zerg advance. The press of carapace is too much, and the Terran fleets break entirely. As they are routed, each engaging or fleeing as its crew sees fit, we turn our eyes to the surface. A similar stalemate had developed on the ground, with the Terrans holding strategic choke points against Bernie's vividly grotesque hordes. With the battle nearly over in the sky, the battle on the ground looks substantially easier.
We hail the surface, using the protocols given to us by the archon on the carrier. The voice of another archon answers.
"Anon, Cerebrate of the Swarm, I take it? We are Javed Naveed. Your presence is distressing, but also uncharacteristically peaceful. What is it you wish to discuss?"