“No response,” Airabus quietly shared.
Raul’s face tightened. The fingers of his metal hand curled into a fist strong enough to crush rock. He looked at the holographic map of the region hovering above the makeshift table they were using.
“We will return to the ship,” he replied.
Airabus’ expression remained neutral. “What about The Heart of the Cat?” he asked.
Raul looked at the map again. “The last signal was six months ago. It was tracked to this area before the signal stopped. We’ve detected nothing since then,” he said.
Airabus sat back against the wall of their portable shelter. This was the end of the first week of their search, and they had discovered nothing but endless snowy terrain and a wide variety of beasts in different sizes. They intentionally avoided the few human dwe
