The nebula held many secrets, but none as haunting as the ghost ship—a phantom vessel that appeared and disappeared without warning. Admiral Elara Vance had seen it on her sensors, a faint blip that vanished before she could lock on.
"Command, this is Vance. I'm tracking a ghost ship."
"Copy, Vance. Proceed with caution."
She followed the faint energy trail, her sensors straining. The ghost ship was fast, but she was patient.
"There," she said, firing.
Her beams struck the ship, and its cloak flickered, revealing its hull.
"Contact," she said. "I'm engaging."
The ghost sh
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