The Ark exited warp space, its engines humming steadily as it approached the looming black moon. The massive celestial object hung in the void like a harbinger of doom, its dark surface shimmering faintly with an otherworldly energy. Around it, a fleet of Reaver ships buzzed like locusts, patrolling the area with ruthless efficiency.
On the bridge, Ethan stood at the helm, his gaze fixed on the moon. Every instinct told him that this wasn't just another Reaver node, it was something far more dangerous. The patterns on its surface pulsed with an energy that felt alive, almost sentient.
"Captain, we're detecting heavy Reaver activity," Nova reported, her fingers flying across the controls. "Fleet numbers are off the charts. Looks like they're doubling down on defense after what we did to their last fortress."
Ethan nodded, his expression grim. "Good. That means we're on the right track."
