The Ghalan Belt was still quiet when the first wave of Alliance ships tore through the dark expanse of space. Lena's forces moved with precision, their mission to disrupt the Rhytil's stronghold was critical, but no plan survives contact with the enemy.
Lena stood on the bridge of the flagship, her fingers pressed lightly against the armrest of her command chair. The monitors flickered, showing images of the Rhytil's fortified stronghold, surrounded by a labyrinth of asteroid clusters. Her heart pounded, but her face remained composed.
"Initiate the first wave," Lena ordered. The fleet's ships began to deploy, their sleek forms cutting through the cold vacuum of space.