Vera exhaled, her purple eyes softening.
"Nice work, Syn," she said, easing the corvette into the drones' path.
The ISGA grew larger, its spires towering, the city dome a mosaic of green and gold.
Pako leaned back, her black bob bouncing.
"That's one big station," she said, grinning, her wit a spark of relief. Aster's teal eyes widened, "It's a new world," she murmured, her voice hopeful.
The corvette docked with a soft thud, the airlock hissing.
Syn unstrapped Olivia, supporting her frail frame, her white hair brushing his arm.
"You ready?" he asked, his hazel eyes gentle.
She nodded, her eyes firm, the drive a symbol of their mission.
The group stepped into a gleaming corridor, its walls seamless alloy, holo-panels displaying station maps and news feeds.
A squad of ISGA guards in sleek gray uniforms, armed with pulse rifles, awaited, their leader—a tall woman with cropped silver hair—scanning a datapad.