Ethan left Lillith's quarters with a renewed sense of resolve, his mind still replaying their conversation. The connection they shared was undeniable, and for the first time, he allowed himself to acknowledge just how much she meant to him. But there was little time for introspection. The crew needed him, and the galaxy demanded answers.
On the bridge, the rest of the crew was gathered around a holo-projection of the galaxy. Key points of Reaver activity were marked in bright red, their spread now encompassing a vast swath of the outer rim. Nova leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, her expression uncharacteristically serious.
"Looks like we kicked the hornet's nest," she said. "These black moons aren't just popping up, they're coordinating. Every signal we've intercepted points to an organized offensive."
