After their harrowing escape from the collapsing derelict ship, the atmosphere aboard the Sensual Horizon was one of tense relief. Each crew member was silently processing the close call, yet there was an undercurrent of excitement about the data they had managed to gather.
Jim stood at the helm, his eyes fixed on the star-streaked void ahead. "Alright, team, let's take stock. We got out with some incredible info, but that relic's pulse—any thoughts on what it was doing?" he asked, turning to face his crew.
Zephyr, who had been deep in analysis of the data fragments, looked up. "It's like the heart of a sleeping beast. Every pulse seemed to be sending out... waves. I'm not sure, but it might have been communicating, or—"
"Or calling its buddies to tell them about the rude guests," Casanova interjected with a wry smile, earning a chuckle from Luna.
