As the *Gallivant* cut through the fabric of space, the silence of the cosmos enveloped the ship like a lover's embrace—tight, infinite, and slightly suffocating. Vela stood at the helm, her fingers playing over the controls with the practiced ease of a seasoned seductress, drawing every ounce of power from the ship without crossing the line into desperation.
"Space: the ultimate tease," Jenkins remarked from his usual post, his eyes glued to the scanners. "Shows you everything, gives you nothing."
"Except for an occasional slap if you get too close to a supernova," Mara added with a smirk, adjusting her headset as she monitored communications for any signs of trouble—or other forms of excitement.