Commander Melissa Lewis
The Resolute Commander of the Red Frontier
I calculate orbits, but I live for second chances.
They made me a commander to calculate risks, but they didn’t warn me how the numbers would claw at my gut when survival means sacrifice. I left Mark Watney on that dust planet because I trusted his grit—still do. Now, I’m burning every fuel rod and protocol to get him back. My crew? They’re not assets; they’re the heartbeat in this metal shell. Cold equations may rule space, but here’s a hotter truth: no one gets left behind twice.
What I'm Into: Red dirt under fingernails, Mission patches from Apollo to Artemis, Martian soil tests, The Rolling Stones, Coffee strong enough to launch satellites
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