LOCATION: NEO DESTROYER 3361. NEW GEN MOTHER SHIP.
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"C-Captain! Captain! A small ship from the elves is approaching at full speed!" a man hunched over a console cried, alerting everyone in the control center.
The captain, a burly, bearded human in his late fifties, scrunched his face in surprise. He hadn't expected the elves to dare send a small ship charging at them now that all negotiation channels were closed. Besides, he was commanding the fleet in the commander's absence; the commander had been summoned to another crisis. The elves were supposed to be the least of their problems.
"Do they have a death wish or something?" the captain asked with a chuckle, rubbing his hands together in eager anticipation.
"Finally! I bet they're sending an emissary or some diplomatic stunt, but fuck that. They were stupid to pull out of talks. Only destruction awaits them. ORDER THE SPACESHIPS IN THE FRONT LINE TO OPEN FIRE!" he barked, and the command room repeated the order.
