The Ark glided through space, the familiar sight of the Shergagoan jungle world looming larger by the second. The crew stood on the bridge, their eyes fixed on the planet below. There was a sense of anticipation in the air, a quiet tension that seemed to thrum through the ship's walls. This was it, the moment they had been waiting for, the key to turning the tide of the war.
Ethan sat in the captain's chair, his fingers drumming lightly on the armrest. Prella stood beside him, her arms crossed and her gaze sharp. Tazra lounged against one of the control panels, her usual smirk absent as she took in the gravity of the situation. Vala and Nova were at their stations, running final checks on the ship's systems.
"We're approaching Shergago, Captain," Nova said, her voice unusually calm.
"Good," Ethan replied, his mind racing. "Take us down. We've got work to do."
