The Ark entered the swirling nebula with caution, its exterior lights cutting through the dense clouds. The faint glow of the stars was muted by the shimmering particles that surrounded them, casting an eerie, otherworldly light over the bridge.
"This place feels like it's alive," Tazra muttered, her sharp eyes scanning the display. "I don't like it."
"It's just gas and dust," Nova said from her seat, her tone casual but focused. "Nothing to worry about. Unless it starts moving toward us."
"Helpful as always," Xela growled, her claws lightly tapping against the armrest of her chair. "But she's right—this place feels wrong."
Ethan stood at the helm, his gaze fixed on the forward viewscreen. The dense clouds and strange energy readings reminded him of past missions, where danger lurked behind every shadow. "Stay sharp, everyone. Nova, keep us steady and monitor the scans. Lillith, Rethia, be ready to deploy if we run into trouble."
