The silence of the night on Sythor was a strange, uneasy calm, as if the planet itself was holding its breath after the intense battle. Stars blinked against the dark sky, casting a faint glow over the scarred landscape littered with the remains of fallen Reaver drones and shattered machinery. Ethan remained on watch, his hand resting on the hilt of his Radiansaber, his mind alert despite the quiet.
Just as the first hint of dawn crept over the horizon, Ethan caught sight of movement out in the distance. At first, he thought it might be a lone Reaver drone, a stray that had somehow evaded destruction. But as he focused, he realized it was something different. A small, shadowy shape slinking through the wreckage, moving with surprising fluidity and stealth.
