The Ark drifted silently above the dark, neon-lit surface of Vorax-5. The planet's bustling underground was notorious for its lawless nature, a haven for smugglers, bounty hunters, and all manner of criminals. Ethan knew that if they were going to gather the intel they needed, they'd have to blend in, something that always made him nervous. This place wasn't just dangerous, it was unpredictable.
The crew gathered near the exit ramp, their eyes fixed on the grimy cityscape stretching out before them. The towering buildings were covered in holographic ads, flashing lights, and the constant hum of illicit activities. Ethan turned to his crew, taking in their expressions. Nova was already grinning, eager for the chaos to come. Prella stood calm and focused, while Tazra was busy checking her blasters with a determined scowl.
"You all know the plan," Ethan said, adjusting his jacket. "We get in, gather the information, and get out. No unnecessary trouble."
