Planning Space wars III?

FLASHBACK CONTINUES…

"Don't give me that, young lady. Your father would definitely not—" Dr. Jay was in the midst of her reprimand when the speakers in the colony resounded with a commanding message.

"[Alek, meet me in the control room... NOW!]" The voice, firm and urgent, echoed through the medical wing.

"Fuck..." Alek cursed under her breath, the word barely escaping her lips.

"You can say that again," her mother responded wryly.

"Well, I'm in a bit of trouble already, so… Mom, take care of her." Alek said.

"Of course, I will. Now, you don't want to keep your father waiting, do you?" Dr. Jay asked and Alek nodded before walking out the medical center.