The Ark hummed softly as it drifted through the quiet expanse of space, the chaotic sounds of the Vrak invasion slowly fading into the distance. Ethan sat in the captain's chair, staring out of the viewport at the stars. The blue orb of Earth hovered in the distance, marred by the growing number of Vrak ships encircling it like vultures.
It had been a close call. Too close. They had barely escaped the Vrak onslaught, and now the entire planet was under siege. People were running for their lives, and he had no clue how to stop it.
"We really need a plan," Ethan muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes.
Prella was pacing behind him, her green skin shimmering under the ship's low lights. "We can't sit up here forever, Ethan," she said, her voice tense. "The longer we wait, the more damage they do down there."
