On the bridge of the Orion Missile Cruiser, a stern-faced man was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the cockpit.
The distinct contours of his rugged features and neatly combed black hair showed not a trace of disarray.
His name was Zhao Tianhe, a colonel around the age of forty, the captain of this starship, and the highest commander of the 3,000 crew members on board.
Gazing intently at the boundless starry sky outside the window, he finally spoke after a long silence.
"No movement yet?"
The navigator's face showed a hint of difficulty.
"We've already entered the hyperspace passage, but... for some reason, it's like we've stopped moving."
He spoke cautiously, as he couldn't quite figure out what was happening either.
Normally, when they entered the hyperspace passage, the starry sky outside the window would instantly turn into a deep blue-violet, and after a violent shake, a daylight-like brightness would burst forth from the center of the darkness ahead.
