While gritting her teeth, Nyra cursed under her breath, her mind racing. Cleo's calm demeanor was unnerving; she never sounded like that unless something big was happening. Whatever had Cleo's attention must have been catastrophic enough to prevent her from sending aid.
"What the hell is going on up there?" Nyra muttered to herself as she picked up her pace, her boots pounding against the trembling floor.
Once Cleo cut the communication line with Nyra, her attention returned to the massive space crack that loomed ominously in front of the Cleopatra. Her mind raced as she analyzed the situation, the faint hum of the ship's systems serving as the only background noise in the tense command room.