Chapter 113. Broken Orbit
Author: P.H.O.E.B.E
last update2026-01-08 23:19:22

The ship was never meant to leave the ground.It squatted on the cracked launch pad like a wounded animal, half rocket, half salvage pile. Its hull was a patchwork of old alloys, scorched panels, and welded plates taken from three different eras of technology.

Faded warning labels overlapped with hand-painted markings. Cables ran along the exterior like exposed veins.

Sparks fell as a grinder screamed against metal. Reyes stood beneath the open cargo hatch, arms crossed, watching engineers work
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