The battered Freeborn Collective regrouped in the war room, the holographic Helix Code pulsing steadily on the central console.
Kaela paced, eyes sharp. "We need more than rebels and smugglers. If the Council mobilizes their fleets, we'll be outgunned."
Titan nodded. "There's one place we haven't tried: the Sentinel Order."
Lira's voice dropped to a whisper. "An ancient faction, sworn to protect galactic balance. Their neutrality is legendary, but their power is undeniable."
Kaela scoffed. "Neutral doesn't mean helpful."
"But desperate times…" Titan said.
A communication ping interrupted them. The screen flickered, revealing a masked figure cloaked in shadows.
"I'm Merek," the voice said, cold and measured. "I represent interests that align with yours—for now."
Titan's eyes narrowed. "Who sent you?"
"Let's just say the Order has many faces. And some are watching the Council too closely."
Kaela exchanged a wary glance with Titan. "We don't have the luxury of trust. But we need allies."
Merek's figure faded as the transmission ended.
Titan's jaw tightened. "Then it's time to decide who we fight with—and who we fight against."
The Helix Code's light bathed the room as the war for the galaxy's future reached a new turning point.