Chapter 91: Surgical Strike

The Ark hurtled through the nebula, the signal's coordinates locked into Nova's navigation systems. The crew was quiet, the weight of their mission settling heavily on them once again. The mysterious signal carried the ominous promise of another Reaver encounter, and every member of the team prepared themselves for what lay ahead.

Ethan stood on the bridge, his hands resting on the console as he studied the shifting starfield outside the viewport. The crystalline orb, now secured in the engineering bay, pulsed faintly, a silent reminder of their tenuous progress against the Reaver threat.

"Anything on the scanners?" he asked, his voice steady but tinged with tension.

Nova shook her head, her green eyes fixed on the display. "Not yet. The signal's getting stronger, though. We'll hit visual range in about ten minutes."

Lillith stood near the weapons station, her crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. "If it's another trap, we'll be ready."