The distress signal was weak, barely audible over the storm's roar. Captain Elara Vance traced it to a floating platform, half-destroyed and drifting through the Venusian clouds. A single escape pod clung to its edge.
"Command, this is Vance. I've found survivors."
"Copy, Vance. Can you extract them?"
"I'll try."
She guided her fighter toward the platform, dodging debris. The escape pod was intact, but its hatch was jammed.
"I'm going in," she said.
She docked her fighter and climbed out, her suit protecting her from the corrosive atmosphere. The hatch took all her strength
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The room was cold, the lights blinding. Elena Vasquez sat in a metal chair, her wrists bound, her body aching. Hours of simulated interrogation had pushed her to the edge of exhaustion. But she hadn't broken. Not yet.
Across the table, a figure in civilian clothes studied her with cold eyes. "Tell us your mission," he said. "Tell us, and the pain stops."
Elena met his gaze, said nothing.
The figure nodded. Two guards stepped forward, pulled her to her feet, dragged her to another room. Water. Darkness. The sensation of drowning. Elena's lungs burned, her chest heaved, but she didn't
Across the table, a figure in civilian clothes studied her with cold eyes. "Tell us your mission," he said. "Tell us, and the pain stops."
Elena met his gaze, said nothing.
The figure nodded. Two guards stepped forward, pulled her to her feet, dragged her to another room. Water. Darkness. The sensation of drowning. Elena's lungs burned, her chest heaved, but she didn't