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Jonal and LB on surface
Lead Beast and Jonal struggle to get out of the cramped escape pod. As they open the hatch, a cool wind blows into cabin. The air has a odd unpleasant smell. The two manage to exit the hatch and stand on the alien soil.
Jonal waves his hand in front of his face. "Hoah, smells like Blinker farts!", Jonal says jokingly.
"It's the argon and methane.", response Lead Beast. "Get your mask on"
Masks in place, they scan the horizon.
"That's ridge there," points Lead Beast. "That's the rally point. Lets get a move on."
The ground is brownish red, dry and cracked. Small stones litter the ground like gravel. The two Shadowguns walk the uneven ground, snaking around the small hills and avoiding the vegetation that looks like half grey coral and half shrub.
After an hour they stop to rest.
"We are making good time.", asserts Lead Beast. "And no sign of a Torment patrol."
The commander lifts his mask and drinks water from a stainless flask.
They have nearly reach the end of this flat land. Soon the ground would start to rise in a slow incline.
Jonal scouts ahead. "We might have a problem.", says Jonal. He points out a large riff in the ground running across their intended path.
Lead Beast and Jonal struggle to get out of the cramped escape pod. As they open the hatch, a cool wind blows into cabin. The air has a odd unpleasant smell. The two manage to exit the hatch and stand on the alien soil.
Jonal waves his hand in front of his face. "Hoah, smells like Blinker farts!", Jonal says jokingly.
"It's the argon and methane.", response Lead Beast. "Get your mask on"
Masks in place, they scan the horizon.
"That's ridge there," points Lead Beast. "That's the rally point. Lets get a move on."
The ground is brownish red, dry and cracked. Small stones litter the ground like gravel. The two Shadowguns walk the uneven ground, snaking around the small hills and avoiding the vegetation that looks like half grey coral and half shrub.
After an hour they stop to rest.
"We are making good time.", asserts Lead Beast. "And no sign of a Torment patrol."
The commander lifts his mask and drinks water from a stainless flask.
They have nearly reach the end of this flat land. Soon the ground would start to rise in a slow incline.
Jonal scouts ahead. "We might have a problem.", says Jonal. He points out a large riff in the ground running across their intended path.