The alarms were still screaming.
I didn't need them anymore. The ship was alive with warning lights, the steady, grinding sound of metal against metal, the whine of failing systems. But it didn't matter. I had already seen this moment. The chaos, the madness. I had already decided I wasn't going to die here.
Not like this.
My head was a pounding mess from the impact earlier, my body still feeling the crushing weight of the G-forces, but it didn't stop me. It couldn't. Time was running out. The atmosphere of Mars was clawing at the hull, pulling us down at an unforgiving speed, and I had 2 mere minutes before I was going to hit the surface.
The rocket was spinning, too fast. The turbulence had me pinned in my seat, but I didn't need to be strapped down. My instincts were already moving ahead, calculations flitting through my mind like some kind of expert orchestra.
Instincts. Endurance Boost. Precision Engineering. Spacecraft Operations
