The darkness of the void was a vivid backdrop against which the *Gallivant* sailed, its engines a soft hum in the vast silence of space. Captain Vela stood at the helm, her eyes fixed on the star-speckled infinity ahead. They were en route to the planet of Eclipsis, a world shrouded in mystery and perpetual twilight, famous for its secretive inhabitants and the black market that thrived under the cover of its eternal shadows.
As the ship approached the orbit of Eclipsis, Loxley leaned over to Vela, his voice low and tinged with excitement. "Captain, they say Eclipsis is where secrets go to dance in the dark. Think we'll get invited to the ball?"
Vela shot him a wry smile. "We're not here to dance, Loxley. We're here for information. The less we indulge in local... festivities, the better."
"But where's the fun in that?" Loxley chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "A little dance never killed anyone—at least, not without a very interesting backstory."