The hum of the spaceship's engines resonated through the corridors. Within one of its dimly lit rooms, Maria, Luke, and John gathered around a holographic table, displaying intricate maps of the universe and the known rebel bases. The proximity of Rodríguez, the rebel leader on board, added an underlying tension that was palpable in the room.

"I can't believe her," Maria muttered, her thoughts still preoccupied with the woman whose actions had incited her earlier outburst.

Luke, ever the mediator, replied, "I don't think she intends any harm, Maria. Besides, a little change in dynamics isn't bad."

Maria brushed off his comment, her focus now entirely on the task at hand. "Forget about that for now. Look here." She gestured toward a sector on the holograph indicating the positions of other ships suspected to house rebel factions. "This is where we need to concentrate."

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John studied the coordinates closely. "It's a delicate situation, with Rodríguez onboard and allies scattered throughout the galaxy. But we need a plan."

Maria's gaze hardened. "We assault the allies. Cut off his support."

Luke's eyes widened, "Assault? As in, initiate an attack?"

Maria nodded sharply. "Precisely. We hit them before they expect it."

Luke, ever analytical, queried, "But what does that entail? We need specifics."

Maria's frustration simmered. "It means we gather intel, prepare our fleet, and then strike. Why is this so hard to understand?"

Luke took a step back, trying to keep his cool. "There's no need for hostility. I just want clarity."

Before the tension could reach a breaking point, John interjected, "Enough! We can't afford these disagreements."

Maria let out a deep breath. "I apologize, Luke. These close quarters and the looming threat are just... getting to me."

Luke nodded, understanding evident in his eyes. "We're all on edge. Let's remember, we're in this together."