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Captain Rex Nebula stares at the cracked lunar surface through the thick polycarbonate glass, his breath fogging the visor—thirty seconds to landing, and the damn thrusters are glitching. "Either we touch down in one piece, or we become a new crater," he mutters, flicking switches with practiced ease, while Dr. Anya Sharma grips her seat, her knuckles white, whispering calculations under her breath like prayers.
Grigori 'Griz' Volkov slams his gloved fist against the airlock release, sweat beading on his brow as the red emergency lights bathe his face—oxygen levels are plummeting, and outside, the dust storm rages. "If we die here, at least we die famous," he barks into the comms, forcing a laugh, though his pulse screams otherwise.
Dr. Elena Voss freezes mid-keystroke, her coffee growing cold beside her as the frequency analyzer displays something impossible—a repeating pattern from the dark side of the moon, too precise to be natural, too ancient to be human. "Someone get Commander Chen," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the hum of the communications array.