The ship whirred low as it sliced through the void, its frame humming with a controlled energy as it passed through swirling clouds of darkness.
Beyond the reinforced glass of the ship's windows, the blackness of space stretched endlessly, interrupted only by the jagged silhouettes of ancient wrecks.
Around was broken hulls and shattered steel drifted slowly, as if mourning the long-dead battles they had once served in.
Twisted metal floated in silence, half-consumed by the dark mist that curled and slithered through the void like a living thing.
Inside, the ship remained quiet, except for the gentle hum of its engine and the occasional mechanical click from its systems.
The silence, however, didn't last.
"Are we close?" Zendrell asked, his voice impatient.
He sat strapped in near the front, his armored legs bouncing restlessly, fingers tapping against the sides of the seat.
"I swear, I can't wait to bash the shit out of that motherfucker…"
