At the same time, two of the Titan warships were recalled. It wasn't just the mothership, Deep Space, that required cloaking; the two Titans were also in desperate need of emergency camouflage and retrofitting.
Regardless of whether their ultimate purpose would be a preemptive strike, interception, or providing cover for an escape, concealing them was the immediate priority.
For many among the younger generation, this was the first time they had ever experienced such a grim, suffocating atmosphere. They were witnessing an entirely different side of the Federation.
This rapid wartime mobilization, anxious yet fiercely passionate, rushed yet flawlessly orderly filled the populace with dread, but it also injected a tightly wound sense of purpose into the entire society.
This profound sense of purpose was forged in the crucible of survival, an instinct hardwired deep into human DNA.
