He swung back, hands catching the jagged edge of the hatch. With a roar of effort, he slammed the 7z locking mechanism home. The seal hissed, the red light on his wrist turning a steady, calm green.
Sarah’s fingers danced over the holographic interface. "The Star 3 module is holding, Elias. But the 7z compression seal on the external hatch is failing. We’re losing pressure in the airlock." Michelle-020-star 3.7z
The red warning light on the console pulsed like a dying heart. Outside the reinforced viewscreen, the atmosphere of Michelle-020 was a swirling bruise of violet and charcoal. He swung back, hands catching the jagged edge of the hatch
Commander Elias Thorne adjusted his headset, the static of the ion storm gnawing at his patience. "Talk to me, Sarah. Tell me the 'Star 3' isn't just a fancy name for a metal coffin." Sarah’s fingers danced over the holographic interface