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The rain over the Sultanate was unrelenting. It had been three days since the "Brunei 02" satellite went silent during a critical orbit correction, and for Zara, a mission controller at the TelBru Space Centre, the weight of that silence was crushing.
That night, Zara stood on the balcony of her apartment, looking up at the clear sky. Brunei 02 was gone, but its legacy remained. She smiled, thinking of the next satellite—Brunei 03—already on the drawing board.
"No," Zara said, pulling up a holographic trajectory map. "Brunei 02 is resilient. It's built from the perah —the ironwood. We don't break."
The rain over the Sultanate was unrelenting. It had been three days since the "Brunei 02" satellite went silent during a critical orbit correction, and for Zara, a mission controller at the TelBru Space Centre, the weight of that silence was crushing.
That night, Zara stood on the balcony of her apartment, looking up at the clear sky. Brunei 02 was gone, but its legacy remained. She smiled, thinking of the next satellite—Brunei 03—already on the drawing board.
"No," Zara said, pulling up a holographic trajectory map. "Brunei 02 is resilient. It's built from the perah —the ironwood. We don't break."
