The Ark drifted in the relative calm of space, the remains of the black moon slowly dissolving into cosmic dust behind it. The crew stood on the bridge, the flickering glow of the viewscreen casting long shadows across their weary faces. The adrenaline of battle was beginning to fade, leaving behind a silence that felt both comforting and heavy.
Ethan leaned against the captain's console, his shoulders slumping for the first time since the mission began. He ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing as he processed what had just transpired. The destruction of the black moon was a decisive victory, but it wasn't enough to erase the weight of the larger war ahead.
Nova was the first to break the silence, spinning her chair around with her signature smirk. "Well, Captain, another moon down. I say we're officially the galaxy's biggest overachievers."
