The starship Odyssey drifted through the blackness between galaxies, its engines silent, its crew asleep in cryo-pods. Only Captain Elena Vasquez remained awake, her eyes on the viewscreen, her hand on the controls.
The mission was simple: find a new home for humanity. Earth was dying, its resources exhausted, its atmosphere poisoned. The Odyssey had been searching for a decade, and hope was running out.
Then the sensors picked up a signal—faint, rhythmic, artificial.
"Command, this is Odyssey. I've found something."
"Copy, Odyssey. What is it?"
Elena studied the data. "A plane