The Ark sailed gracefully into the heart of the Galactic Senate's space station, its sleek form glinting in the light of a thousand stars. The station itself was a marvel of engineering, massive, sprawling towers of gleaming metal and glass, home to the ruling powers of the galaxy. Ethan stood on the bridge of the Ark, watching as they approached the docking bay, his mind still reeling from the events of the past few weeks.
Beside him, Prella gazed out of the viewport, her expression serene but thoughtful. "It's hard to believe we've made it this far," she said quietly.
Ethan nodded. "Yeah. Feels like just yesterday we were on the run from the Empire, and now we're getting awards for saving the galaxy. It's... surreal."
Tazra, standing near the control console, let out a low chuckle. "Surreal doesn't even cover it. We destroyed an Imperial regime, fought off slavers, and took down Celos Vex. Now we're the galaxy's heroes."
