With a shared breath of relief, Vel and Anya established a private communication channel with the Dominion warship, Mortifer. The bridge of the Aethel Spear buzzed with hushed whispers as the crew awaited the outcome. The Exiles, their swirling vortex form eerily silent, seemed to simmer with a restrained energy.Vel, his voice calm and measured, explained their fabricated diplomatic mission. He spoke of a distant alliance, deliberately vague to avoid suspicion. The Dominion response, while lacking warmth, was surprisingly pragmatic. They were primarily concerned with maintaining control over the sector and suspicious of any outsiders.Anya, ever the strategist, interjected, proposing a trade agreement. They offered the Ascended's expertise in advanced energy manipulation in exchange for safe passage and perhaps, some information about the Dominion itself.The Mortifer remained silent for a long, agonizing moment. The tension in the bridge was so thick it felt like it could solidify. Finally, the deep voice returned."Intriguing proposition," it rumbled. "However, such an agreement requires verification. We need proof of your capabilities."Vel exchanged a worried glance with Anya. A public display of Aethel manipulation might reveal too much about their true mission. Yet, without it, the Dominion wouldn't budge, and their chances of a peaceful resolution would dwindle.Just as Vel was about to propose an alternative, the Exiles stirred. Their vortex form pulsed with an unsettling intensity, and a new voice, laced with raw power, filled the private channel."We can provide the verification you seek," it boomed, the telepathic voice bypassing the communication protocols entirely.A collective gasp escaped the crew of the Aethel Spear. Anya's eyes widened in alarm, and Vel felt a surge of panic. The Exiles, in their eagerness to prove themselves, were jeopardizing their entire charade."Silence!" Vel roared telepathically, directing his message solely at the Exiles. "We don't need your recklessness!"The Exiles' form pulsed once more, a flicker of defiance followed by a grudging acceptance. The private channel fell silent, replaced by an awkward tension.On the Mortifer, a long, low hum resonated through the Aethel Spear. Then, the deep voice returned, a hint of suspicion coloring its tone."Interesting. It seems you have more… resources at your disposal than previously disclosed."Vel cursed under his breath. The Exiles' outburst had backfired, raising more questions than answers. He scrambled to salvage the situation."Indeed," he said, forcing a nonchalant tone. "Our alliance is diverse, with various skill sets at our disposal. We are confident we can meet your requirements."Another silence descended, heavier and more foreboding than before. The Dominion was clearly suspicious, their trust fractured. Vel knew they were walking a tightrope, one wrong move and the fragile peace could shatter, plunging them into a conflict they were ill-equipped to handle.Suddenly, a booming voice echoed across all channels, Dominion and Aethel Spear alike. It wasn't the deep voice of the Mortifer, but a new, more urgent one."Attention unidentified vessels! Stand down! This is Dominion warship Retaliator. We have detected a Harbinger incursion in this sector. All available forces engage!"A wave of shock washed over the bridge of the Aethel Spear. The Dominion's hostility was forgotten, replaced by a chilling realization. The Harbingers were here. Their carefully crafted plan, their tentative alliance, everything paled in comparison to the immediate threat.Vel glanced at the Exiles. Their form pulsed with a chaotic energy, a mixture of fear and a strange sense of anticipation. The unexpected arrival of the Harbingers had thrown their plans into disarray, but perhaps, it also presented a new opportunity.With a newfound resolve, Vel addressed his crew. "Brace for battle, everyone! The Harbingers are here. We may not have planned for this, but we are ready to fight."The bridge erupted in a flurry of activity. Alarms blared, crewmembers scrambled to their stations, and a tense excitement crackled through the air. The uneasy alliance with the Exiles was about to be tested in the fires of a brutal war. The fate of the entire sector, perhaps even the galaxy, hung in the balance as the Aethel Spear, caught between a suspicious Dominion and a terrifying enemy, prepared to face the echoes of despair.