Chapter 12: The Sol Shot Adrienne gripped the armrests of her chair as the final countdown ticked away. Around her, the crew braced themselves, eyes locked on their stations. The ship was perfectly aligned for the Sol shot, the maneuver that would slingshot them around the sun, using its gravity to propel them toward their destination in record time. Everything had been calculated to the millisecond. There was no margin for error. "All stations, confirm status." Adrienne’s voice was steady, calm, commanding. "Navigation locked and holding," Gabe reported, his fingers hovering over the console, tracking every detail. "Life support stable, environmental controls steady," Aurora confirmed, her voice clipped but professional as she scanned the data feeds. "Propulsion systems are green, thrusters primed," Sarai responded, keeping her voice neutral despite the tension curling in her gut. "Emergency systems standing by," Noah add...