Turn The Car Around

Luwazi Elsebo sighed, and clacked away at the keys on her terminal. Requests for funding, trade agreements, political discourse, recruiting events... Dozens of messages, all received in the last hour. Luwazi stretched, resting her eyes by looking away from the screen, and out into the Drift. Its pink and purple light filled her quarters through a floor-to-ceiling window, bits of existence zipping by as they traveled the in between. They were on their way back to the Scoured Stars after the business on Orikolai, Omega Delta Squad in tow.
Them, and their state-of-the-art mech.
The SS Iron Drake was strapped to the bottom of the Ion, resembling a toy soldier with a peculiar backup, visible even at distance in the Drift. She wasn't sure how Lockette was going to pilot the thing when they arrived, but Atticus had made assurances — something about portals, although she doubted he meant the nexus at Bastion. It was shaky, but it was something. A method of blowing open the Godshield. The solution she'd been looking for. Finally, things were going to stay simple--
A new message popped up on screen.
From Lockette.
Luwazi's eyes scanned the words, her expression slowly dripping into a frown, followed up by a hefty sigh. She placed her forehead on the desk, and pressed a nearby button.
???: "Yes, First Seeker?"
Luwazi: "Turn around."
???: "I'm sorry?"
Luwazi: "Adjust course. We're going to the Shadari Confederacy."
There was a pause on the line, and a semi-audible gulp.
???: "The warzone?"
Luwazi: "Yes."
???: "Um... Yes, ma'am."
Luwazi: "I'd wager we'll get there just in time. I'll send you the details. Put extra people on navigation, I don't want to be late."
???: "Yes, ma'am. What should I tell the Stewards?"
Luwazi gave the desk a little pound with her forehead.
It felt nice.
Luwazi: "Tell them they're going to war."