The Ark soared through the stars, its engines humming steadily as the crew made their way to rendezvous with the allied fleet. The weight of their mission loomed heavy over them, but it was balanced by a shared determination to stand against the Umag. The ship's halls buzzed with activity as every crew member worked to prepare for what was coming.
In the war room, Ethan stood with Prella, Tazra, and Rethia, poring over the holographic map of the galaxy. Red markers highlighted the locations of the remaining beacons, scattered across distant systems.
"These beacons are spread out intentionally," Rethia explained, her amphibious eyes narrowing. "The Umag designed them to divide any resistance. They want us to spread ourselves thin."
Prella traced a glowing path on the map with her finger. "We can't afford to attack them all at once. We need to focus on the most critical locations first, the ones closest to high-population worlds."