KRETH'MAR FLAGSHIP – IRON TIDE – BRIDGE
The bridge operated in near-darkness, illuminated only by the pale blue glow of quantum mapping arrays, while the heavy air carried the sharp scent of ozone and recycled coolant. Crew members moved through the dim light in complete silence, their hands flying across control panels without a single spoken command or decorative banner to break the quiet hum of a war machine running on empty. Commander Rhas stood at the center of the room with his arms crossed, his dark armor bearing the deep scars of a hundred campaigns as he watched the navigation array lock onto a faint, bleeding trail in spacetime.
"Wormhole coordinates confirmed," Navigator Orenn reported, his voice flat. "The Nycton exit point has been cracked and located. Distance: forty-two light-years from our current position."
Rhas nodded. "Fuel reserves?"
