The Ark raced through the chaotic battleground, moving like a comet as it shot straight toward the pulsating core of the Reaver system. Every second was a gamble, a life-or-death decision as they pushed through the hostile fleet surrounding the dark signal. Explosions lit up the void, debris drifting in their wake, but the crew kept their focus steady, eyes set on their goal.
Nova's hands flew over the controls, guiding the Ark with a precision that was almost supernatural. She expertly dodged volleys of plasma fire, her face lit by the flickering lights of the bridge's consoles.
"Captain, I don't know what's at the end of this signal, but it's throwing everything at us," she warned, her voice tense but unwavering.
