Author's Note: Unedited Chapter
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In the dimly lit conference room, a tense air of urgency pervaded the space. The room, stark and functional, was lined with digital displays and tactical screens, each casting a soft blue light across the faces of those gathered.
At the head of the sleek metal table sat Captain Helena Voss, a seasoned officer known for her steely demeanor and strategic acumen. Beside her, was her second-in-command, Commander Rajiv Malik, whose reputation for meticulousness was unmatched within Triton's intergalactic security agency.
The figure who had been rescued from the wreckage, now identified as Officer Eyhrum Arkwright, stood at the center of attention.
His uniform still bore the subtle signs of his recent ordeal—scorched edges and stiffness to the fabric that spoke of rapid decontamination.
"Officer Eyhrum Arkwright, report," Captain Voss commanded, her voice echoing slightly in the high-ceilinged room.
