[ WP ] War has been raging for years upon years now . You are a reporter embedded in a famous military unit among your newest allies in this war , humanity .

`` As many of you know, it was a short 5 standard years ago that the human empire first made contact from the primitive section of the galaxy known as the Orion Spur. Long thought to be uninhabited, it appeared their race had settled it in record time, taking a mere thousand standard years to go from their home system to over seventeen hundred terraformed worlds. Not longer after making contact, the Torvan menace intercepted communications relays, and attacked. The new alliance with the Terrans proved to be a turning point in the war. I'm here with the Fleet commander of the Terran Seventeenth, Admiral Ashton Fields. Admiral Fields? `` *a tendril flicked towards the grizzled commander, indicating the man standing to her right* 
 
 `` Well K'ffr, as you know, our mission is classified, but I can tell you this is the finest collection of ships ever assembled by the Terran Alliance. Our flagship has been classified as on par with the most power Palloric Battlecarriers, and it commands a collection of over three hundred superlight capable ships.'' The commander looked ready to continue being a walking brochure for his fleet, so K'ffr cut him off. 
 
 `` We all know the impressive abilities of the Terran weapon masters, but tell us, is there any truth to the rumors that the seventeenth is going to spearhead a new offensive to take Torva VI?'' 
 
 The man gave her a look she her producer told her was a subtle human threat. She was unafraid. Humans might make the best weapons, but physically they were average at best, only excelling at endurance. `` On Earth we had an old saying, loose lips sink ships. While my ships wo n't sink, per say, I'm still going to keep all battle plans tightly under wraps.'' Mkbmmm had also warned her that terran military commanders knew the need for secrecy better than almost any other species. 
 
 `` So, no word to the other species of the galaxy about a possible end to the conflict?'' Mkbmmm had also told her of the human need to posture and appear strong, even to people who they will never meet. 
 
 `` The conflict would not be ended by the capture of their home planet. Only when their fleets are smashed and their ship yards burn can this war end.'' She had done it. He was going for the Brukinil ship yards. Torvan's would n't be able to understand that, but her viewers would. 
 
 `` Sir, we have contacts inbound, 200 Trovan ships leaving superlight 5000 marks 290 degrees xy, 20 degrees up z.'' shouted one of the drones from the computer. 
 
 `` I'm afraid this interview is being cut short. You can keep the holorecs up here, but nothing broadcasts from this room. Fleet, spread out. Procyon is too close to Sol to risk losing. Earth must not fall.''
