(11 days after Juxta's fall, floating through space, Commander Rufas's POV)
The stars stretched endlessly across the void outside the viewing deck, but all eyes aboard the destroyer ship were fixed on the blue-green sphere ahead: Tithia.
Commander Rufas stood at the glass wall with his hands folded neatly behind his back, his mood happy, as he felt pure excitement course through his veins.
"So in the end…. good does prevail over evil."
Rufas murmured, his tone calm yet triumphant, as the officers behind him, rows of neatly dressed men and women in identical righteous faction uniforms straightened at once, smiles spreading across their faces as they exchanged quiet nods of satisfaction.
"If I may, Commander," one of them said, stepping forward. His name tag read Barry Lint, a young lieutenant with graying hair at the temples and a nervous energy about him. "I have a story to share."
