The fleet floated silent in the void. Pieces of the destroyed Seeker armada tumbled past the viewports like scrap metal.
The last supernova's energy still crackled through every hull, making systems hum and crews shift in their seats. People were restless. Horny.
The air in every compartment felt thick with leftover power. The Source spoke directly into their heads, calm and firm: "Victory is not complete until you claim your own. Seal it. Take them as I have taken you."
Elizabeth stood on the flagship bridge, her tattoos still glowing faint blue lines across her skin. She hit the fleet-wide comms without hesitation.
"All vessels. Four-hour victory consolidation starts now. Every deck, every crew member participates. Your pleasure feeds the Devourer's expansion. Show me how an empire fucks its win."
