Kael didn't cut the power. Instead, he pushed the sliders up, letting the Martian frequency take over the grid. If they were going to harvest the soul of a planet, they might as well let it play its loudest set.
"Pressure's spiking in Sector 4," a voice crackled over the comms. It was Elara, out on the dunes. "The wind is picking up, Kael. It’s not a storm; it’s a surge." Chris Veron - Mars Powder (Original Mix)
As the beat of the pumps reached a fever pitch, the horizon ignited. A localized electrical discharge turned the swirling red clouds into a neon strobing light show. For a moment, the industrial grind of the colony transformed into something primal and rhythmic. The powder didn't just power their ships; it sang. Kael didn't cut the power
"The machinery is syncing to the planet's core," Kael realized, his fingers dancing across the override switches. "It’s not just dust, Elara. It’s a conductor." "Pressure's spiking in Sector 4," a voice crackled