The air inside the pod was thin, sharp with the metallic tang of recycled oxygen. Captain Mara Voss adjusted her visor, her gloved fingers brushing the cold polymer of the control panel. Outside, the planet’s surface stretched in jagged ridges…
The air inside the dome hissed like a wounded animal, a sound that made Lieutenant Mara Voss press her palms against the reinforced glass. Outside, the twin suns of Altair-9 cast jagged shadows across the rust-colored plains, their light bleeding…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the visor of her helmet, the thin glass fogging with her breath as she stared at the jagged silhouette of Kael-9. The planet’s twin suns hung low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the rust-colored…
The sky above Virelia burned with a sickly green hue, casting an eerie glow over the cracked earth. Kaela Voss adjusted her visor, the thin plastic humming as it filtered the toxic air. Her boots sank into the dust, each…
The air on Vespera-9 tasted metallic, like rusted iron and burnt ozone. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her visor, squinting at the horizon where the twin suns cast long shadows over the crystalline plains. Her team’s shuttle had landed three days…
The air on Kaelor tasted metallic, like rusted iron and static. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her visor, the HUD flickering with unstable readings. Her boots sank into the silt as she stepped onto the planet’s surface, the sky a bruised…
## The Weaver’s Bloom The rain tasted of iron and damp earth. It beaded on Elara’s cheek, tracing a path toward her chin as she navigated the elevated walkway. Crimson canopies arched above, thick and pulsing with geothermal light –…