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Elias let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. The VID-2 was battered, scorched, and low on oxygen, but she was still flying.

The metal hatch of the hissed open, venting a cloud of pressurized steam into the lunar twilight. It was a rugged, boxy transport vessel—not built for comfort, but for survival. Inside, Elias sat strapped into the pilot’s seat, his eyes fixed on the flickering blue dashboard. VID-2_mp4

"Systems check," he muttered, his voice raspy from hours of silence. Elias let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding

The onboard AI chirped in response. "VID-2 status: Hull integrity 84%. Fuel cells stable. Atmospheric scrubbers at capacity. Note: External temperatures are dropping faster than anticipated." It was a rugged, boxy transport vessel—not built

With a final, violent jolt, the ship broke free of the dust cloud and surged into the blackness of the upper atmosphere. Below, the cratered ground became a distant map. Ahead, the tiny, glowing lights of New Hope Base appeared on the horizon—a lone campfire in a desert of stars.