As they tried to come up with a strategy, Nova's voice interrupted, "[Communication with Sirien established.]"
The room fell silent as the desperate voice from Sirien crackled through. "This is Draven of Sirien. We're under attack. The assailants are using tech we've never encountered. We have a battle fleet but… from the look of things, we are clearly outnumbered."
Hiro stepped forward, recognizing Draven's voice. "Draven? This is Hiro. What's the status?"
"Hiro? Where the hell are you?" Draven's voice was a mix of anger and desperation. "We've been trying to reach you. Your planet is under attack, and as Council Leader, you're supposed to be here, not your puppets."
Hiro kept a poker face, his expression remained impassive. "Are you done, Draven?"
Draven's confusion was evident even through the static. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, are you done with your rants?" Hiro's voice was calm but firm.
