Tavon’s Team:

Inside the Rhytil stronghold, Tavon's team moved with precision, stealthily navigating the dark corridors of the enemy's command center. The structure was massive, built into the heart of a moon that orbited one of the Nebula's dying stars. Tavon led the charge, his movements swift and efficient as they moved toward their target—the control room where the Rhytil leadership coordinated their operations.

His communicator buzzed in his ear, and Lena's voice crackled through. "Tavon, do you have eyes on the command center? We're preparing to move in on the flagship."

Tavon's voice was steady as he responded, "We're almost there, Commander. Just give us a few more minutes to breach their core systems."

Lena's response was quick, cutting through the static of the battlefield. "Do what you need to do. We're counting on you."

As Tavon approached the command center, a sudden realization hit him—this wasn't just about the mission anymore. It was about something much bigger. The Alliance, Lena, and the fate of the galaxy all hung in the balance. And as much as Tavon had grown to trust Lena, he couldn't shake the fear that the core's power was slowly consuming her.

With a deep breath, he pushed the thought aside and focused on the task at hand. The war wasn't over yet. And the next few minutes would determine whether they would live to see the end of it.