The room was dim, panels of light from the holographic displays dancing across Lana Beniko's measured expression. A calm amid a vicious storm. She moved about the room in an elegantly fluid motion, her yellow irises - the lone mark of dark side corruption upon her otherwise composed features - bouncing between the screens showcasing myriad statistics and reports. An outsider might perceive this dance as overwhelming, chaotic even; but to Lana, each movement was calculated, every bit of information absorbed and processed.

Surveying the digital landscape before her, she adjusted her stance slightly before breaking the silence which had hung thick in the pristine operating chamber perched high within Alliance stronghold nestled on Odessen – remote yet buzzing with silent anticipation. Her voice echoed softly throughout,

"It's easy to forget how close we are to chaos... Our world at war again... A galactic power left diminished... And yet here we stand,"

She let out a sigh.

"Forever chasing tranquility amid tempests others would find impossible."