"Elias, we’re docking in twenty," Kael’s voice crackled over the comms. "The Syndicate scouts are already pinging the sector. If that file is just old navigation logs, we’re dead men walking for nothing."
Pivot to a (like horror or hard sci-fi) using the same prompt. SS-Jul-018_s.7z
As the Syndicate ships dropped out of warp, they didn't fire. They stopped, their lights flickering out one by one as the pulsing rhythm from the deck reached out to claim them. "Elias, we’re docking in twenty," Kael’s voice crackled