9
The planet they’d crashed on was beautiful.
Early the next morning, Jane stood outside the shuttle, bucket in hand, and stood to take in the view. Mountains rose on either side, majestic peaks covered with glittering white snow. High cliffs decorated the pale vista with slices of lavender blue. The sky was cerulean, without a cloud in sight, and the heat of the twin suns overhead made even the icy temperatures feel bearable.
With a contented sigh, she trudged through the snow. The leather pants and boots she wore, similar to Karryl’s, shrugged off the icy white particles trying to cling to her. Just a little way up the rise, she decided, and there would be enough clean, fresh snow for her to melt over the fire for coffee.
“Don’t go too far. There are predators on this planet.” Karryl
