The air in the cockpit tasted metallic, like rusted gears and static electricity. Commander Jara Veylo gripped the controls, her knuckles white as the ship lurched through the asteroid field. Behind her, Lieutenant Kael Ren murmured calculations, his voice a…
The air inside the *Odyssey* hummed with the low groan of failing systems, a sound that had become as familiar as the rhythm of their breath. Captain Mara Voss stood at the command console, her gloved fingers tracing the fractured…
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 on Virelia-7 tasted like rust and static, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Commander Rhea Voss’s throat as she adjusted her helmet’s filter. Her boots crunched over jagged black gravel, the sound swallowed by the…
The *Odyssey* hung in the void like a suspended heartbeat, its hull scarred by solar flares and the whispers of distant stars. Captain Elara Voss stood at the observation deck, her gloved fingers brushing the cold glass as she stared…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the visor of her helmet, the thin layer of glass distorting the violet haze of Eos-9’s atmosphere. Below her, the surface stretched in jagged ridges of obsidian stone, fractured by veins of luminous blue that pulsed…
The *Aetheris* hung in the void like a rusted bell, its hull scarred by solar winds and forgotten missions. Captain Mara Voss stood at the observation deck, her gloved hand pressing against the cold glass as she watched the gas…
The air in the station tasted metallic, like rusted iron and burnt ozone. Commander Rhea Voss adjusted her gloves, her breath fogging the visor of her helmet as she stepped onto the observation deck. Outside, the stars stretched in endless,…
The air in the command module tasted metallic, like rusted wire and static. Lieutenant Mara Voss gripped the armrests of her seat as the ship lurched, her boots pressing into the floorplate with a dull thud. Outside the reinforced glass,…
The Aether’s engines hummed like a dying beast, their vibration thrumming through the steel ribs of the ship as Captain Mara Voss stared at the static-laced screen. The signal had come from nowhere—no coordinates, no pattern, just a pulse of…
The *Odyssey* hummed through the void, its hull gleaming under the pale light of a dying star. Captain Mara Voss stood at the bridge, her fingers brushing the cold metal of the command console. The crew had been in stasis…
The air in the cockpit tasted metallic, like rusted wire on the tongue. Captain Mara Voss gripped the control yoke, her knuckles pale against the worn leather. Outside the reinforced glass, the stars stretched in endless rows, cold and indifferent.…
Commander Voss adjusted her helmet, the cold of the vacuum pressing against her suit as she peered through the observation deck’s reinforced glass. The ship, *Odyssey*, hung in silence above the anomaly—a jagged, obsidian structure that defied all known physics.…
The *Odyssey’s Wake* hung in the void like a rusted skeleton, its hull pitted by centuries of solar winds. Commander Rhea Voss adjusted her helmet, the hiss of her suit’s life support a constant companion. Outside, the blackness pressed against…
The *Aurora* hung in the void like a steel scar against the black, its hull glinting under the pale light of Epsilon Eridani. Captain Mara Voss stood at the observation deck, her boots clanking against the grated floor as she…