The Ark glided smoothly through the expanse of space, its engines humming with a quiet, steady rhythm. Onboard, the crew was still reeling from the recent encounters. The tension from the Syndorian assassin's attack still hung heavy in the air, like a shadow that refused to dissipate.
Ethan stood at the front of the bridge, his hands resting on the edge of the console as he stared out into the star-filled void. His thoughts were scattered, replaying the events over and over, wondering how long they could keep this up. Every mission seemed to bring them closer to danger, and the Shadow Council's grip on the galaxy felt tighter with every passing day.
