In the aftermath of the vote, the alliance had fractured, and Lena was left standing in the ruins of what she had once believed to be a united front. The council room emptied with whispered conversations, and the leaders dispersed to their respective ships and stations. General Jorvik's supporters had already started to regroup, plotting their next steps, while those who remained loyal to Lena, though fewer in number, stood in quiet solidarity.
Her heart still ached from the loss, but there was no time to wallow in despair. The war against the Rhytil was far from over, and their forces were already gathering for the next phase. Lena couldn't afford to lose focus. She knew what was at stake.
Strategic Preparations
In the war room aboard the flagship, the alliance's top military minds gathered. General Jorvik, now the appointed leader, stood at the head of the table, his sharp gaze scanning the holographic display of the Rhytil's movements. Lena had been excluded from the planning sessions, but she was determined to stay involved in some way.
"I understand the stakes," Lena said, stepping forward with a level of defiance that even Jorvik couldn't ignore. "The Rhytil are not just fighting for dominance. They're fighting to wipe us all out."
Jorvik's eyes narrowed, but he nodded. "And you believe you can help us with that, despite your… recent setbacks?"
Lena didn't flinch. "We need to unite the people we've left. We need a strategy that targets their core fleet, not just their ground forces. I can use my connection to the core to create a disruption—something that will give us the advantage."
Jorvik's mouth twitched, a slight sign of skepticism, but he didn't outright dismiss her. "Fine," he said after a beat. "But we're working with limited resources now. The Rhytil are too powerful, and if we're not careful, they'll overwhelm us. We need to strike at the heart of their supply lines."
Lena nodded. "Exactly. We need to infiltrate their logistics. Hit their weakest points first. The Rhytil are expanding too fast; we need to slow their momentum, disrupt their communication networks, and create chaos in their ranks. That's where we'll win—by turning their own strategy against them."
Jorvik grunted in agreement, his tactical mind racing. "You're not wrong," he muttered. "But it's a gamble. We have no backup if this fails."
"We don't have a choice," Lena responded, her voice more resolute than she felt inside. "If we don't disrupt their lines, they'll be able to coordinate their forces, and we'll be overrun before we can mount a defense."