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The cracked surface of the console flickered dimly under Rylan's hand as he input the final coordinates. The worn buttons and dented frame told a story of countless battles and endless use, a testament to the resilience of The Order's aging technology. Around him, the bridge of the Nexus Ascendant hummed with the low murmur of systems monitoring the barren world below. It was a scene of control, a mechanical heartbeat pulsing in the cold depths of space.

Dr. Bastian stared at the data stream flowing across the screen, the holographic projection of Pyros-9’s surface