I sifted through the wreckage with methodical precision.
Broken fuselages. Charred control panels. Shattered glass.
The wreckage stretched across the Martian surface like a graveyard of forgotten ambition. Rockets from every era, from every organization—each one a corpse left to rot in the red dust.
But among them, one name caught my attention.
Novacore Industries.
I stopped. My fingers hovered over the rusted metal plating of an old module, my breath caught somewhere between disbelief and something much colder.
Novacore.
A name I hadn't thought about in years.
A name tied to a past I had long since buried.
My father's company.
The company that had disappeared before he did.
My hand tightened into a fist before I forced it to relax. I exhaled sharply, activating Database Scan.
The system whirred to life, feeding me information in clean, structured lines.
Novacore Industries
Status: Defunct
Years Active: 32 (Shut Down: ██/██/████)
