SSS-Class Profession: The Path to Mastery

I sifted through the wreckage with methodical precision.

Broken fuselages. Charred control panels. Shattered glass.

The wreckage stretched across the Martian surface like a graveyard of forgotten ambition. Rockets from every era, from every organization—each one a corpse left to rot in the red dust.

But among them, one name caught my attention.

Novacore Industries.

I stopped. My fingers hovered over the rusted metal plating of an old module, my breath caught somewhere between disbelief and something much colder.

Novacore.

A name I hadn't thought about in years.

A name tied to a past I had long since buried.

My father's company.

The company that had disappeared before he did.