The Rebel base on Varna-5 was quiet, but it was the kind of quiet that followed the devastation of battle. The icy winds howled through the canyons, carrying the faint scent of scorched metal and debris. Rebel forces moved throughout the base, repairing damage and tending to the wounded. Despite their temporary victory, the weight of the coming war loomed heavy on everyone's mind.
Inside the Ark, Ethan stood in the debriefing room with his senior crew members: Prella, Tazra, Nova, and Daxor Ryte. The holographic display in front of them flickered with the latest reports from Rebel Command. The news wasn't good, across the galaxy, the Empire's forces were advancing at an alarming rate, and more systems were falling every day.
"Varna-5 is secure for now, but we won't hold it forever," Ethan said, his voice steady but laced with frustration. "We need to regroup and prepare for the next offensive. The Empire isn't backing down, and neither can we."
