"Yeah," he said, nodding and shaking slightly. "Show us the other recording computer." The man reappeared, now covered in cuts and bruises and with a uniform in shreds
I...well, you know who I am. I am now piloting the Constantine alone, my crew dead or having escaped to see if there's a safe planet nearby. I will evacuate once this recording is finished but I need to record this. When the enemy ship gave up I tried following it and I found...they're building a fleet, I counted at least 40 ships. I have been unable to make contact with them so I can only assume they are planning an attack. Earth must be warned, they can strike at will. Tell my wife I'm sorry, and I love her, and I hope to god this reaches Earth in time."
"That is the last known human interaction with this ship other than an escape pod being launched," the computer said as the image vanished.