The crew of the Ark moved with determined purpose, their minds and hearts set on the battle to come. The ominous image of the black moon on the bridge's viewscreen was a stark reminder of the fight awaiting them. Ethan, Prella, Nova, Tazra, Lillith, and Castra gathered around the central console to finalize their plans. The black moon loomed on the tactical display, its approach slow but inexorable, accompanied by readings that sent shivers down their spines.
Castra spoke first, her voice tense but steady. "The energy readings from the black moon are unlike anything we've encountered. I'm detecting movement within, Reaver ships, larger than any we've seen, and there's a massive surge of power at its core."
Ethan absorbed the information, his expression darkening. "This isn't just a continuation of their assault; it's an escalation. They're throwing everything they have at us."
