“I stake it on truth.”
A new voice echoes through the docking bay, deeper and more resonant.
“Then you will defend that truth before council.”
The crowd parts slightly as an older warrior steps forward, armor etched with intricate clan markings. Council authority.
“I will,” I reply.
He studies Elara carefully. “She speaks for herself?”
“Yes,” she answers before I can.
The councilor’s gaze sharpens. “Bold.”
“Honest,” she replies.
A faint hum begins to vibrate through the bay—subtle at first, then growing stronger. It’s not mechanical.
It’s collective.
War mobilization.
Across the docking array, engines ignite as additional clan vessels power up. News of Alliance fleet expansion has spread fully now. Ship signatures flare across internal tactical displays.
“They prepare,” Varek murmurs at my side.
“Yes.”
The councilor looks past us toward the starfield beyond the docking aperture. “Alliance cruisers advance toward outer rim corridors.”
“I am aware,” I say.
“You bring war to our door,” he says calmly.
“I bring evidence,” I reply.
“Evidence does not stop plasma,” he counters.
“No,” I agree. “But it fractures alliance.”
The Threx warrior scoffs. “Or it exposes weakness.”
“Then test it,” Elara says sharply.
All eyes turn to her again.
“You want war?” she continues, stepping fully into the open space before the assembled warriors. “Or you want proof you’re being manipulated into one?”
“You presume much,” the Threx warrior says.
“I presume data,” she replies.
A beat of silence.
The councilor raises one hand slightly, signaling stillness.
“Council convenes within the hour,” he declares. “Clan Ardyn will present its case.”
