A flash of light suddenly streaked across the dark, boundless space, followed by ripples spreading through the void like waves on water. The Cross Starship, hundreds of kilometers long, emerged from the ripples and hovered imposingly above a Green Planet—though no one could actually see how imposing it was. The Empire Admiral was cloaked, and until I understood the local situation, I had no intention of alerting the natives.
This planet was no longer Sandora's dream, but the celestial body that had originally existed in this universe after the dream faded.
Sandora's psychic senses were remarkably precise. I found that we had arrived exactly at the gravitational balance point between the planet and its second moon. Her navigation skills were no worse than the shipboard radar's.
"The Warp Engine seems to start faster than before, and the jump process is more stable," I said as I sat behind the temporary console on the Officer Platform, checking the reborn ship's operational status while chatting with Sandora. The ship's crew was absent, and Sandora was just a ball, so I had to fill in as the operator for now. Fortunately, I had put serious effort into learning ship controls over the past few years. With the Shipboard Mainframe assisting me, I could still handle some basic tasks. "Though it seems the ship didn't restore any cargo that wasn't registered ship equipment, while some personal belongings you and I left on the Officer Platform did come back... That's strange."
"Either way, that's a good thing." A golden ball of light the size of a soccer ball floated beside my hand, carrying Sandora's voice. "It means its resurrection is controllable. There must be some pattern we can study. That way, the ship can still be upgraded and modified. Even if it gets sunk in