Gallivant

As the *Gallivant* continued its journey across the star-studded expanse, the crew's next destination was the infamous Veil of Veyron—a sector known for its lawlessness and the seductive allure of its black market bazaars. The whispers of a rare artifact, known only as the Heart of Tenebris, had reached their ears, promising both peril and reward.

"Ever stolen a heart before?" Loxley asked, a roguish twinkle in his eye as he navigated the dense asteroid field that guarded the sector.

"Only in the metaphorical sense," Vela replied dryly, her focus fixed on the tactical display. "Let's not start taking it literally now."

Beneath their feet, Jenkins and Mara were busy reinforcing the ship's armor plating. "Feel like we're dressing her up for a date she might not want," Mara muttered as she welded another panel into place.