The nebula was quiet, but Admiral Elara Vance knew the silence was deceptive. The enemy had retreated, but their ghost fleet was still out there, hidden in the gas clouds. She had seen their ships on her sensors—faint, flickering, like phantoms.
"Command, this is Vance. I'm tracking a ghost fleet."
"Copy, Vance. They're using cloaking technology. Be careful."
Elara adjusted her course, following the faint energy trail. The ghost fleet was fast, but she was patient.
"There," she said. "I've got them."
She fired a volley at the lead ship, and its cloak flickered, revealing its hu