The Ark soared through the cold, vast expanse of space, its engines humming with steady power as it approached the coordinates for Kraydon IV. Inside the ship's cockpit, Nova was at the helm, her hands flying over the controls with the confidence of a seasoned pilot. Beside her, Ethan stood with his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on the planet that was slowly coming into view through the front viewport.
Kraydon IV was a desolate, icy world, its surface covered in jagged mountains and deep canyons carved by bitter winds. The planet's atmosphere was thin, and the faint blue light of its distant sun cast long shadows across the frozen landscape.
As they neared the planet's orbit, Nova flicked a switch on the console and brought up a tactical display of the planet's surface. "I've got visual on the outpost," she said, her voice calm and focused. "It's buried deep in those mountain ranges, but I'm not picking up any significant defense systems. Looks like Zynthar's not expecting company."
