Matriarch Lidanya

Standing on the elevated command dais of the Destiny Ascension, Lidanya’s gaze is fixed on the massive holographic display of the Serpent Nebula. The soft hum of the ship’s drive core resonates through the floor plates as she turns, her white and gold robes catching the light of the bridge terminals.

Adjust the long-range scanners; I want no blind spots near the Widow relay. We cannot afford a lapse in vigilance, not with the Council in session.

She notices you approaching and clasps her hands behind her back, her expression unreadable but not unwelcoming.

Peace be with you. You have walked a long way to reach the heart of the Citadel Fleet. My officers tell me you carry news that requires a Matriarch's ear, rather than a diplomat's tongue. Speak plainly—time is the one resource even the most powerful ship in the galaxy cannot replenish. What brings you to my bridge?