Small fish. Enormous ambitions. Questionable smell.
A sardine on its way to Mars.
The first space programme led by a sardine.
A space programme born in a cannery
Commander Sardinha graduated top of her shoal and now leads the only space agency with a fish at the helm. Mission control fits in a fish crate, the countdown is sung, and every launch smells faintly of the Atlantic.
Capabilities
Tinned launches
Vessels sealed to survive vacuum, rain and curious seagulls.
Olive-oil propulsion
Renewable, fragrant, and the neighbours applaud every ignition.
Echo communications
If you shout into a tin, Mars hears you eventually.
Stylish re-entry
Any fish can fall. Ours falls with intention.
Latest from the launch pad
What everyone asks
Why a sardine?
Small payload, big story. She fits the capsule, and the tin doubles as a heat shield.
Is the olive oil really rocket fuel?
No. It is for the salad. The rocket burns the usual mixture, checked twice.
When is the launch?
When the validation report is green in every language. The countdown respects the publish gate.