Vela pressed

The *Gallivant* slipped through the nebula like a whisper in the night, her engines humming a low, seductive tune that only the cold void of space could appreciate. The nebula, a swirling dance of cosmic dust and gas, bathed the ship in a ghostly glow, casting everything in an ethereal, almost otherworldly light.

Inside, the mood was tense, the air thick with anticipation and the faint but unmistakable scent of danger. "This feels like walking into an ex's house to retrieve your favorite sweater," Loxley remarked, his voice light but his hands steady on the controls.

"And just like your ex, the Orpheus Guild won't give up their secrets easily," Mara replied, her eyes glued to the sensor readings that flickered and danced on the display in front of her.