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"Keep it together, girl," Elias whispered, gripping the flight stick.

Elias looked out the reinforced viewport. The landscape of the Mare Tranquillitatis was a monochromatic nightmare of jagged craters and long, creeping shadows. He was three hundred miles from the main colony, carrying a cargo of stabilized isotopes that the med-bay desperately needed to fight the outbreak. VID-2_mp4

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. "Keep it together, girl," Elias whispered, gripping the

The ship tilted dangerously as a spray of regolith pelted the underside. Warning lights flashed crimson across the cockpit. If he lost an engine now, he’d be a permanent part of the lunar crust. He rerouted emergency power to the lateral thrusters, the VID-2 roaring as it fought the shifting gravity. He was three hundred miles from the main