Rear Rocket Compartment

A confined, utilitarian space at the vehicle's stern, its walls crowded with exposed ductwork, the hum of failing systems vibrating through metal grilles. The air carries the sharp stink of burnt insulation and lubricants, mingling with the metallic edge of aged rocket components. Dim emergency lighting casts long shadows across access panels, revealing placards stenciled 'Fuel Cutoff' and 'Oxidizer Valve'. Scorch marks trail from the Helstrom Fireball's output ports, testament to erratic past performance. This afterthought chamber is strictly functional—no seating, no adornment—just enough clearance to service what Murray half-jokingly calls 'a firework that forgot to explode'.