Michelle-020-star: 3.7z

"If that hatch blows, the extraction rig goes with it," Elias muttered. He grabbed his mag-tether and stepped toward the airlock. "What are you doing?" Sarah’s voice spiked with alarm.

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."

Beneath him, the planet groaned. A massive tectonic shift in the ice below sent a shockwave through the ship. Elias lost his grip, spinning into the violet haze, saved only by the thin umbilical cord of his tether. "Elias!" Sarah’s voice was a ghost in his ear. Michelle-020-star 3.7z

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.

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. "If that hatch blows, the extraction rig goes

He stepped into the dark. The silence of Michelle-020 was absolute—a heavy, suffocating quiet that made the stars above look like cold needles. He crawled along the hull of the Star 3, his boots clanging against the titanium skin.

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

"The 7z seal is a manual override," he said, his breath hitching as his suit pressurized. "I have to lock it from the outside."