readAloudAudio_chapter111|||||||||clean this chapter up of any formatting / punctuation issues but dont change any text, return only the chapter with CHAPTER number at the start ok here is the chapter. also dont start with any other text just give the chapter back as instructed: "CHAPTER 111:\n\nThe control console hummed softly beneath Rylan Quinn's fingers. Its surface, a polished mix of chrome and black metal, gleamed under the low lights of the command center, casting reflections of the blinking status indicators. His eyes traced the patterns, but his mind was elsewhere, torn between duty and doubt. The sound of his own breathing echoed within the metallic walls, each exhale weighed down by memories of a past that haunted him.\n\n\u201cCommander Quinn,\u201d Salaris' voice sliced through the quiet, firm but not harsh. She stepped closer, her footsteps soft yet deliberate on the sleek floor. Her eyes were as steady as ever, filled with an unspoken understanding, but also an urgency that was hard to ignore. \u201cThe Egits are rallying their forces. We have little time left before they move. Have you thought about what this means for us?\u201d\n\nRylan\u2019s fingers stilled on the console, the blinking lights momentarily forgotten. \u201cThey\u2019re gaining momentum, more than I anticipated,\u201d he muttered, his voice low but tense. \u201cBut it\u2019s not just their forces that concern me. Lyra\u2019s words\u2026 They\u2019re starting to make sense in ways I didn\u2019t expect.\u201d He looked up at Salaris, his face lined with the strain of the internal war waging within him. \u201cShe speaks to something deeper, something I can\u2019t just dismiss anymore.\u201d\n\nSalaris\u2019 lips pressed into a thin line, her usual calm betraying a flicker of concern. \u201cWe can't afford to entertain her ideals, Rylan. Not when the Seraphic Rays are our last hope for restoring balance to the galaxy. This rebellion\u2026 it could destroy everything we've worked for.\u201d\n\nRylan clenched his jaw, his fists tightening against the console. The mention of the Seraphic Rays always triggered a visceral reaction in him. Once, they had been a symbol of hope, a beacon of rebirth. Now, they were nothing more than weapons of fear, twisted by The Order\u2019s grip on power.\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t know if I can keep turning a blind eye to the cost,\u201d he said, almost to himself. His voice, though quiet, carried the weight of guilt.\n\n---\n\nOn the rugged landscape of Wolf 1061c, a jagged cliff face loomed over the Syrion command post, the harsh winds whipping through the crevices of the stone. Captain Danger stood casually leaning against the rough wall, his arms crossed as he watched the Syrion warriors prepare for battle. Their armor, hewn from the planet\u2019s very rock, glistened under the dim, stormy sky.\n\n\u201cWe\u2019ve held them off this long, Captain,\u201d one of the Syrion leaders, a towering figure covered in scaled armor, growled through a forked tongue. \u201cOur defenses are strong. But The Order\u2019s forces are relentless. We need more than just our strength.\u201d\n\nDanger\u2019s grin widened as he tapped a concealed panel on the cliff, revealing a cache of weaponry hidden beneath. \u201cStrength is a start. But firepower, now that\u2019s what\u2019ll turn the tide. This\u2026\u201d He gestured grandly at the high-tech arms within the stash. \u201cThis is what you need. A little gift from The Order\u2019s own supplies, courtesy of me.\u201d\n\nThe Syrion leader\u2019s eyes flicked between the weapons and Danger, the realization dawning slowly. \u201cYou stole these?\u201d\n\n\u201cBorrowed,\u201d Danger corrected, the mischief twinkling in his eyes. \u201cLet\u2019s just say they won\u2019t be missed.\u201d\n\n---\n\nBack at The Order\u2019s central command, the soft strains of classical music played in the background as Rylan paced the room, the pieces of a chess set scattered across a glass table beside him. The soothing notes seemed distant, unable to calm the storm brewing inside him. His fingers hovered over a black pawn, frozen in thought, when Dr. Bastian entered.\n\n\u201cRylan, you look troubled,\u201d Bastian remarked, stepping into the room, his usual air of confidence wrapped around him like a cloak.\n\nRylan\u2019s hand dropped from the chess piece. \u201cI\u2019m not sure I can keep justifying this. The destruction, the loss of life\u2026 The Egits, they aren\u2019t just insurgents. They believe in something, something real.\u201d\n\nBastian\u2019s eyes hardened, his tone shifting. \u201cThey believe in chaos. The singularity project, the Seraphic Rays, they\u2019re our only path forward. The galaxy is decaying. What we do now will ensure its rebirth.\u201d\n\nRylan shook his head, frustration boiling over. \u201cRebirth? At the cost of millions of lives? We\u2019re not just resetting the galaxy; we\u2019re destroying it.\u201d\n\nFrom the shadows, Captain Danger\u2019s voice rang out, lighthearted and sharp. \u201cIf I didn\u2019t know any better, I\u2019d say you two are overthinking this.\u201d He stepped into the light, hands on his hips. \u201cWhile you\u2019re philosophizing, the Egits are gearing up. You want to save this galaxy? Time to stop talking and start acting.\u201d\n\nRylan shot him a glare. \u201cThis isn\u2019t a game, Danger.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, it\u2019s always a game,\u201d Danger shot back, his grin never faltering. \u201cThe question is, are you playing to win?\u201d\n\nThe tension in the room thickened, the air electric with unspoken possibilities. Rylan\u2019s gaze dropped to the console, his mind racing. Every choice felt like a losing move, yet time was slipping through his fingers. Outside, the rebellion blazed brighter with each passing moment, and the galaxy\u2019s fate hung precariously in the balance.\n\nHe took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. The console\u2019s hum seemed louder now, the blinking lights demanding his attention once more."