The silence inside MIRAGE station hums with the low buzz of old machinery, the computers here relics from the 70s, all blinking lights and clunky keyboards. It's just the two of us. The door hisses open, and Raven steps in, brushing Martian dust off her black-gloved arms.

"Solar panels are patched up," she says, her deep voice echoing in the quiet station. "Old tech, but it’s holding... for now. How's the power reading looking inside?"