The silence in Aegis's command bridge wasn't truly silent. It was a symphony of soft hums, the distant thrum of power conduits, the almost imperceptible whisper of air recycling through advanced filtration systems, and the gentle sigh of the ship's grav-plates holding them steady in Xianwu's upper orbit. Elias stood at the main holographic console, his form silhouetted against the swirling, iridescent blues and greens of the planet below. His long, lean frame was perfectly still, a sculpture of focused intent. Complex data streams, visible only to him, cascaded through his visual field, projections of stellar cartography overlapping with real-time atmospheric analyses of Xianwu. He wasn't simply observing; he was integrating, refining, optimizing the very notion of their imminent cosmic departure.