The metal hatch of the hissed open, venting a cloud of pressurized steam into the lunar twilight. It was a rugged, boxy transport vessel—not built for comfort, but for survival. Inside, Elias sat strapped into the pilot’s seat, his eyes fixed on the flickering blue dashboard.
Elias let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. The VID-2 was battered, scorched, and low on oxygen, but she was still flying. VID-2_mp4
"Keep it together, girl," Elias whispered, gripping the flight stick. The metal hatch of the hissed open, venting