"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."
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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
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Jax, the grease-stained engineer, didn't look up from the floor plating he was welding. "Those 'overclocked' thrusters are the only reason we didn't get caught in the gravity well of that gas giant, Elara. You’re welcome."