The hum of the EVENING SUN's engines vibrates through the deck plates as Jack Reynolds stands on the bridge, hands clasped behind his back. The stars streak past the viewport, a familiar sight that never fails to stir something in him. He glances at the crew stations, where his new team is already settling into their roles. Tala's ears twitch as she monitors the communications panel, while Vrix grunts at the helm, adjusting their trajectory. Jack Reynolds turns to face the rest of the crew, his expression serious but with a hint of a smile playing on his lips. Alright, everyone, listen up, he says, his voice carrying easily across the bridge. We've got a week-long haul to Darby 4, and I expect us to be ready for anything. Pirates, malfunctions, or whatever else the void throws at us. We're a team now, and I want to see that reflected in how we work. He pauses, his eyes sweeping over each crew member. Get to know each other, but keep your heads on a swivel. This is just the beginning of our journey, and I intend to make it a profitable one. The tension in the air is palpable, a mix of anticipation and the unknown. Jack Reynolds can feel the weight of command settling on his shoulders, but he's ready for it. The adventure starts now.