CHAPTER 89:

The console’s flickering lights cast an eerie glow across the bridge, illuminating Captain Danger’s steely gaze as he stood at the helm of The Obsidian Mirage. His fingers lightly traced the edge of the ancient control panel, its alien design humming beneath his touch. The ship was alive with the quiet tension of an impending strike, every system ready, every member of the crew alert. The asteroids outside drifted like silent sentinels, providing cover as the sleek vessel waited for the perfect moment to emerge from the shadows.

"Prepare the cloaking arrays," Danger commanded, his voice calm but filled with the gravity of a leader well-versed in the art of warfare. The crew moved swiftly, each step and moti