Location: Unknown star system, 4,501 light-years from Earth.
Travel Time: 90 days through Wormhole Corridor-2.
Primary Vessel: Arcship EVE.
Fleet Escort: 6 UEDCC Battleships, 3 TRC Heavy Cruisers.
Colonists: ~6 million souls.
The wormhole didn't rip open. It unfurled. Like a serpent of starlight, slowly unwinding into the void. It spiraled, a tunnel of shimmering chaos. The Arcship EVE emerged. Its hull, glistening white and dark gold, trembled. A gentle shudder. Residual warp-shock. The journey was done. Ninety days of travel.
Captain Ingrid Moss felt it. A deep hum in her bones. She was a stoic, silver-haired Scandinavian, with a mind for stars and people.
"Wormholes were never shortcuts… just tolerated cheats. A tunnel made of fire and hunger, needing fuel from suns and sorrow alike."
Inside EVE's bridge, Moss sighed. Relief. She tapped her command console. Her movements were precise.
Moss spoke calmly. "Report. Structural integrity?"
