Mara quipped from below

After their flirtation with the enigmatic black hole Eros, the crew of the *Gallivant* found themselves navigating through the lesser-known Krylix sector, a region of space rumored to be haunted by spectral ships and lost souls. The sector's dark reputation was a magnet for thrill-seekers and ghost hunters, and although none of the crew would admit it openly, the thrill of the unknown pulsed through the ship like a silent current of anticipation.

"Ever kiss a ghost?" Loxley joked as he scanned the sector, his eyes gleaming with the excitement of the hunt.

Vela, ever the stoic captain, shot him a look that could freeze solar flares. "Focus on the living, Navigator. Let the dead romance themselves."

Below deck, Mara and Jenkins were running diagnostics on the ship's spectral scanners, devices seldom used but essential in this sector. "Make sure those scanners are sensitive, Jenkins. We don't want to miss a moan or a whisper," Mara said with a mischievous wink.