Meanwhile, just as the other battalions were beginning to encounter what Battalion 10 had left in their wake, said group finally managed to breach the atmosphere of Caldris Minor-7.
And sure enough, the briefing hadn't been exaggerating when it described CM-7 as practically one enormous desert.
Luca's face was almost plastered against the glass as he stared down at the barren landscape they'd be calling home for the next several days.
Vast stretches of reddish-orange sand extended beneath a pale, haze-filled sky, broken only by flat-topped mesas and jagged layers of rock scattered across the otherwise desolate terrain.
It was beautiful in a stark, ancient sort of way, especially with the unusual color of the sand.
Unfortunately, the others were quick to notice the glaring problem that came with all that beautiful open space.
"No place to hide…" Theo muttered.
He hadn't spoken particularly loudly, but the bridge had gone quiet enough that most people still heard him.
