CHAPTER 110:

The command console hummed softly, its screen flickering with an array of tactical data and sensor readouts. Captain Rylan Quinn leaned over the controls, his fingers hovering above the input panel as he hesitated, feeling the weight of the battle unfolding outside. The dim glow of the console's lights painted jagged shadows across his face, reflecting the conflict brewing in his mind. In the distance, the craggy rock formations of Wolf 1061c rose like silent sentinels, indifferent to the chaos below.

Rylan's eyes darted across the data feeds. The Syrion were using the terrain masterfully, their w