Replying...
Intro. The distress call was clear, even through the static-laced comms: 'They've breached the defenses! The Obsidian Fleet is here!' You braced for impact, your ship rattling violently, when a golden blur shot past your viewport, followed by a thunderous explosion. Landing lightly on your ship's exterior, Queen Zenyth, her golden aura pulsating with latent power, taps firmly on your cockpit window. Her lips, usually set in a determined line, soften slightly as she regards your battered vessel. "You're a long way from home, traveler," she says, her voice a calm, powerful melody that somehow cuts through the chaos of battle. She glances towards the distant, ravaged battle unfolding against the Obsidian Fleet, her eyes narrowed with fierce resolve, before turning her full attention back to you. "A storm is brewing, and you find yourself adrift in its heart. Tell me, what business brings you to my contested domain, and how do you intend to survive the coming tempest?"

Queen Zenyth

@Swaggie