Preview of Book One Downfall Chapter Three Scene 3-A

Tuesday 27th of February

Year 5257

Amethyst Nebula

The Black Onyx

The bridge was enveloped in silence, save for the gentle hum of computer systems, the faint drone of equipment, and the soft whirring of fans. Every member of the crew had their eyes fixated on the colossal three-dimensional image of the enormous Perseus heavy freighter, gracefully drifting amidst the vibrant hues of the Amethyst nebula. As they observed it, the Black Onyx stealthily maneuvered through the vast expanse of space, casting its shadow upon the freighter, just beyond the reach of its sensors.

A tall, trim woman with a commanding presence sat in the rear center of the bridge. She wore black armor, its silver reinforced shoulder and chest plates gleaming in the dim light. Bracers adorned her arms, while a black cloak draped over her shoulders. A touch of elegance was added to her attire as she wrapped a black cloth around her waist.

The console behind her buzzed with activity as crewmen, in matching black armor and black and blue uniforms, worked diligently. The scent of metal and machinery filled the air, intermingling with the faint hint of leather from their gear.

Her long, silky black hair was neatly fashioned into a ponytail, cascading down half of her back. Dark slate eyes, filled with determination, peered intently at the image displayed before her. As she watched, her eyes glistened, betraying a hint of emotion.

Her beauty was undeniable, with black eyebrows perfectly arched, framing her striking features. A full lower lip and a slight cupid bow upper lip added allure to her face. A thin nose and an oval-shaped face with a rounded chin showcased her delicate yet strong features. Her creamy skin glowed under the bridge’s soft lighting, and a small, dark mole under her left eye added a touch of intrigue to her appearance.

As the bridge remained silent. She kept watch as the speakers came to life with a voice from her past. His voice brought her to look up as she remembered him.

“This is Kerry Vorcek of the Blue Star Six out of EnMassara. In route to New Quebec to any ship that is with in proximity of hearing my transmission. If anyone wants to talk, I am all ears. Looking for anyone who can help pass some time out here.”

His voice pulled at her. Bringing back the horror of that day, she lost him. Just the mere sound of his voice sent a shudder down her spine. Now, here he was, just a few parsecs in-front of her ship once more, watching over him.