Yuro's eyes were locked on Nima, taking in every detail she offered. The room was filled with an air of uncertainty, punctuated by the flickering displays showing the vastness of the Milky Way. Points marked in blue signified known Zen territories, casting a dominant hue across the starry expanse.
Nima began, her voice carrying the weight of the situation, "While we seem like a lone ship sailing in a vast, unpredictable sea, we won't sit idly by. We can't wait for the Zen Empire to make the first move." She pointed to the blank parts of the map. "There's so much we don't know yet. Other civilizations, potential allies, or even threats. We're not even sure if there are others out there who can stand against the Zen."
Yuro frowned, "You're saying we're blind?"
"Not completely," Nima replied. "We know some of the Zen's patterns, their strategies. But regarding allies, we're in the dark. That's why a part of our mission will also be to seek out and establish communications."
He pondered on the enormity of the task. "So, we strike first, all while searching for potential allies in a vast galaxy?"
"Exactly," she said with determination. "We'll engage in guerrilla warfare, target Zen outposts, disrupt their operations, and in the process, hopefully, find civilizations that share our sentiment."
Yuro's mind raced. "And when we come up against the Six Absolute?"
Nima sighed, "That's where you come in, Yuro. Our warriors, the best of the best, will train, pushing boundaries we've never imagined. We aim to be a force that even the Six Absolute will reckon with."
"But without allies..." Yuro trailed off.
Nima's gaze hardened, "We have to try, Yuro. Earth cannot and will not bow. We venture into the unknown, but we carry the hope of our entire planet."
Yuro nodded, a newfound respect for Nima growing within him. The path was clouded in uncertainty, but Earth's resolve shone brightly. The cosmos awaited, and Earth was ready to make its mark.