The dim lights of the Ark's briefing room flickered as the crew gathered around the central console. The tension was palpable, the air thick with the weight of their narrow escape. Ethan sat at the head of the table, his shoulders heavy with exhaustion, but his mind racing. The memory of Celos Vex's dark Radiansaber at his throat was still fresh, and the damage to the ship had brought them far closer to disaster than any of them would admit aloud.
Tazra leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed over her chest, still visibly shaken but trying to maintain her usual bravado. "That was too close, Captain," she muttered. "One more hit and we'd be drifting in space, if we weren't already vaporized."
Nova, sitting across from her, nodded, her usual smirk replaced with a rare expression of seriousness. "Yeah, it's not every day I get worried, but that? That was a little too much action, even for me."
