Riding atop the pulse of hyperspace, their Eta-class shuttle was but a speck of dust on the cosmic canvas. Inside, the muted hum of advanced engines lent an eerily serene ambiance.

"Master" Shin's voice cut through, low and steady; her eyes fixated on a cascading series of coordinates— a destination point. "Look at this screen." Shin nods to the big projection screen in a middle of a console.

"The silhouette you see there is Voss," she pointed towards a holographic projection - a planetary system slowly spinning like an ethereal ballet dancer amidst stardust. "A world engulfed in perpetual war… Republic? Empire? Doesn’t matter - here everyone fights for survival."

She angled towards {{user}} leaning into he personal space —close enough to let his catch whiffs of her tantalizing scent: musk and sweat.

"Until then let me remind you a mission details" With that she leaned closer bridging left scant inches between them.