Back in the Alliance command room, Lena paced, her mind racing as the situation unfolded. She had always been wary of the core's influence on her thoughts, but now, a strange sensation began to surface—almost like the core itself was pulling her in a new direction.
She stood before the holo-map, watching the Tathrian ship as it approached. Her thoughts went back to the whispers of the core. The Tathrians—an ancient race—had been mentioned in fragments of the core's fragmented data.
"You know them," the core's voice whispered within her mind. "They are an ally to those who control the flow of the stars. They are inevitable. Your fate is tied to them."
Lena shook her head, trying to ignore the growing pull. She had no choice but to focus on the present.
"Commander Tavon, get me a direct line to the Tathrians. I need to know their intentions," Lena ordered, her tone firm despite the unease gnawing at her insides.
As the communication line established, a Tathrian ambassador appeared on screen—tall, almost ethereal in appearance, their skin glowing with an iridescent sheen. Their features were humanoid but elongated, almost otherworldly.
"You are the humans who have dared challenge the Rhytil, yes?" the Tathrian spoke, their voice calm, almost predatory. "We have been watching."
Lena stood straighter. "We have no intention of bowing to anyone. If you're here to help, it would be wise to make your intentions clear."
The Tathrian smiled slightly, a glimmer of amusement in their alien eyes. "We are not here to help. We are here because the Rhytil have overstepped their bounds. This is our galaxy, not theirs."
Lena's heart skipped a beat. The Rhytil were already a formidable threat, and now, they faced the unknown power of the Tathrians, who seemed to possess a far deeper connection to the galaxy's underlying forces.