The Odyssey drifted through the blackness between galaxies, its sensors picking up nothing but the echo of ancient stars. Captain Elena Vasquez stood on the bridge, her eyes on the viewscreen.
"Command, this is Odyssey. We've entered a void. No stars, no planets, no signals."
"Copy, Odyssey. Proceed with caution."
The void was vast, empty, cold. The crew grew restless. Days passed without incident.
Then the sensors picked up something—a faint glimmer, far in the distance.
"Take us closer," Elena ordered.
The glimmer resolved into a ship—ancient, massive, its hull covered in