STAR FIELD AURORA

When she finally reached the command center, it was a hive of activity. The organization's battle with the Wing Race was almost complete. Her fleet has to intervene in the war between her race and the irked race. Her vice admiral was there to respond.

"Ariel." He sized her up. "Eden seemed to have improved your evolution. We are about to engage in a decisive battle with this annoying race. The Federation battlefield is not looking good."

"I'm here now," Ariel replied, her voice steady despite the chaos. "What's the situation?"

"The Irk have the Federation fleets on the ropes," he said, pointing to a holographic map of the battlefield. "Their technology outmatches the Federation fleets at every turn. They're losing ground, and fast. If we don't intervene in the battle, the Federation is finished."