Scene: The makeshift council chamber, now fortified with salvaged Accord security systems. Liam, his face pale with exhaustion, hunches over a datapad, lines of code scrolling across the screen. Elara paces restlessly, her hand instinctively going to the empty space on her chest where the locket once rested. Elara: Anything? Liam: (Shaking his head) The encryption is… sophisticated. I’m getting close, but… Anya enters, her expression grim. Anya: The attacks are escalating. The whispers are turning into accusations. The city is on the brink of civil war. Elara: We need to expose the truth. Before it’s too late. Scene: A hidden training ground in the Outer Zones. The cloaked figure instructs a group of recruits, their faces masked, their movements precise and deadly. Cloaked Figure: C

