The Ark hovered in low Earth orbit, the scars of battle still etched across its hull, a silent testament to the fierce fight that had just unfolded. Ethan stood at the bridge's main viewport, staring at Earth below, barely catching his breath. The planet's serene blue and green hues contrasted sharply with the harsh memories of the recent Reaver invasion, which still lingered in the minds of his crew. They had won, but only barely.
"Captain," Castra's voice broke the silence. "We're receiving a high-priority transmission from the Galactic Senate. They're requesting immediate assistance."
Ethan turned, his brow furrowing as he approached Castra's station. "Patch it through, Castra. Let's hear what they need."
