Space Crew ✦

"Life support is at sixty percent," Elara, the crew’s medic, replied from the back. "And if Jax doesn't stop overclocking the thrusters, we’ll be breathing recycled carbon by Tuesday."

"We have to," Kael said, his voice tight. "If someone is out there, they’re dying." Space Crew

The Aurelia was held together by little more than hope and the engineer’s stubbornness. Kael, the pilot, stared at the navigation console as it flickered. They were three months into a deep-space salvage mission, and the silence of the void was starting to feel heavy. "Status check," Kael called out. "Life support is at sixty percent," Elara, the

The crew stood in the glow of their own past, the silver dust dancing around them. For a moment, the fear vanished. They weren't just a pilot, a medic, and an engineer lost in the dark. They were a family, and as long as they had each other’s echoes, the silence of space didn't feel quite so empty. Kael, the pilot, stared at the navigation console

With a hiss of depressurization, the inner door slid open. There was no one there. Instead, the floor of the airlock was covered in a layer of fine, silver dust that began to swirl, forming shapes in the low gravity. The dust didn't attack; it drifted toward the comms console, illuminating the dark screens.

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