The Ark hummed quietly as it pierced through the thick, toxic atmosphere of Thyrran. The once-blue skies of the planet had long been choked out by industrial fumes, leaving a sickly green haze that covered everything in sight. Lightning crackled far in the distance, signaling a storm brewing amidst the endless swamps and factory spires below.
On the command deck, Ethan stood at the front, hands behind his back, his eyes focused on the bleak landscape displayed on the main screen. Prella was by his side, her hand resting on the hilt of her Radiansaber, the blue glow occasionally reflecting in her determined eyes. Tazra leaned against a nearby console, her characteristic smirk in place, while Xela crouched near the entrance, sharpening her claws, ever ready for action. Rethia, her silver eyes closed in quiet meditation, stood calmly, already attuned to her surroundings through her telepathic abilities.
