DragonJ3T launched just after dawn, leaving behind a golden streak across Harmonfield's sky. Unlike the earlier Moon mission, this was no sprint. This was a marathon across the stars—a three-month voyage to Mars.
The rocket itself was a fortress in space. DragonJ3T boasted over two dozen chambers, living quarters lined with titanium-alloy walls, and gravity-assisted treadmills, algae-based oxygen converters, and vast tanks filled with enhanced diesel and solar-fusion cells. It was more luxury penthouse than a ship—though danger constantly pressed from outside its metal shell.
Emily stood by a wide glass viewport on Day 9, watching the stars blur past.
"Still feels unreal," she murmured.
Jack passed her a nutrient gel pack. "It should. We weren’t meant to go this far. But we’re doing it
