As the *Gallivant* slipped through the star-strewn expanse beyond the Helix Nebula, the mood aboard the ship was one of cautious relief. The encounter with the Obsidian Order had left its mark, weaving a thread of unease among the crew. Yet, there was a lighter air too, buoyed by their successful navigation of potential disaster.
"So, anyone else feeling like we just danced with the devil and somehow managed to step on his toes without getting burned?" Loxley quipped, lounging in the common area with a mischievous glint in his eye.
"More like flirted with danger and got its number," Mara retorted, joining him with a smirk. She plopped down on the couch, stretching her legs. "But hey, we're still flying, and that's what counts."
