An officer at one of the side stations quickly reviewed the sensor feed. "Sir," he said after a pause, "all wormhole readings are gone. The spatial rift has collapsed. Whatever was trying to come through… it's either destroyed or scattered somewhere else in the galaxy. We don't detect any new gravitational disturbances in the area."
Cetus nodded slowly. "Good. Send my orders to the entire fleet. Regain standard standby positions around the planet. Begin emergency maintenance on all damaged ships. I want a full report on casualties and fleet status within five hours. Prioritize medical evac and power core inspections."
The officers moved fast, relaying commands across the fleet. On-screen, small lights began blinking as ships received the admiral's orders and started to respond, some stabilizing engines, others deploying repair drones, and a few igniting slow thruster bursts to return to proper formation.
