The Ark dropped out of hyperspace, its sleek form hovering above the dark, stormwracked planet of Thebos3. Thunder rolled across the sky, sending jagged bolts of lightning crackling through the thick clouds. The planet's surface was a patchwork of jagged mountains and deep canyons, all shrouded in a perpetual torrent of rain.
Ethan stood on the Command Deck, watching as the chaotic weather below filled the viewport. Even through the reinforced glass, he could hear the faint rumble of thunder as it echoed through the atmosphere. Prella stood beside him, her arms crossed, her expression tense as she surveyed the planet.
Ethan, narrowing his eyes: "This place is a nightmare. How are we supposed to land in that?"
