Floating amidst the dark night of space was a small, linear prismatic-shaped, navy-blue spaceship.
The ship itself bore no insignia or emblems denoting its faction and its hull was fully built out of anti-detection and anti-tracking implants. Seeing how flawlessly it was blending in with the surrounding space, it was clear that such a ship was primarily used for stealth purposes.
And within such a ship, peering through one of its hidden portholes was Reyna.
"Are you sure we have arrived at the correct coordinates? Cause I don't see anyone or anything over here," Reyna asked dubiously, while craning her neck to scan the scene outside the porthole.
"Affirmative, master. We have arrived at the specified coordinates," a cool, indifferent voice of an AI replied.
Pulling back her head from the porthole, Reyna turned around to face the 'person', sitting in the pilot's seat and asked, "Did the scans pick up anything, Iris?"