The Ark floated in the depths of space, its sleek metal hull glinting against the stars as it drifted just outside the orbital path of Earth. The ship was quiet for the moment, a calm before the storm that Ethan and his crew knew was coming. With the Galactic Senate now openly divided and the galaxy waking up to the Shadow Council's treachery, the tension in the air was thick.
Ethan stood on the bridge, staring out at the endless void, his mind racing with thoughts of their next move. They had exposed the Pleadian traitors and secured a foothold in the fight, but it wasn't enough. The Shadow Council's reach was vast, their influence touching every corner of the galaxy. If they were going to stand a chance, they needed to weaken the Council's resources, and that meant targeting their mining facilities, the lifeblood of their war machine.
