The Gathering Storm

Lena stood in front of the large viewport in her private quarters, looking out at the stars stretching endlessly beyond the hull of their flagship. The war, the political tensions, and the looming threat of the Rhytil all seemed so distant, yet so immediate. She could feel the weight of the universe pressing against her chest as the realization sank in: the alliance was fraying.

She had known it was coming. After the core's influence had taken hold, factions had started to pull in different directions, each one with its own motives. And with every decision she made, it became harder to keep everyone unified.

Her communication console beeped, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was a message from General Jorvik.

"Lena, the council has called for another meeting. I suggest you prepare yourself. The time for diplomacy is running out."

With a sigh, she stood up straight, straightening her uniform and making her way to the meeting hall.