The following days passed in a way that was both new and oddly comforting for the crew. Life in the suburbs was a stark contrast to their usual existence of high-octane battles and intergalactic intrigue. The crew of the Ark found themselves embracing the slower pace, at least for now.
Ethan spent much of his time reflecting on his new situation, walking through the peaceful neighborhood streets or relaxing in their spacious home. Despite the quiet, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing, a lingering restlessness that gnawed at him.
One evening, the crew gathered in their living room, a fire crackling in the hearth as they enjoyed the rare calm together. Xela had just returned from her daily training session, her muscles taut and her expression as focused as ever, while Tazra lounged lazily on the couch, her feet propped up on the coffee table.
