Stranded On Santa Astarta May 2026

It wasn't a planet. It was a wound.

“Life support is critical,” came the vox-click of Mender Korr, the ship’s enginseer. “Atmosphere will be breathable for another four point three standard hours. After that, nitrogen narcosis, then hypoxia.” stranded on santa astarta

“No,” Valerius said. “We’re going home.” It wasn't a planet