“No life readings in this area, Lieutenant Eyami,” said Dr. Circling away from the shuttle, she finally signalled her crew to follow her out of the transport. There were three moons revolving around this planet but only one visible at the moment as they moved into night. She sucked on her fangs, as she scanned upwards. The terrain was marginally variable, giving a rolling view to the horizon. With a sniff, Jag stepped out of the shuttle airlock and sank to her knees in dust, as if she’d jumped into a snowdrift.ĭust as grey as ash was all her bioprosthetic eyes could see. Besides, it wasn’t Planetary Exploration Bureau policy. There was oxygen, but not enough for her to go suitless. As a black jaguar space-adapt, her fur was modified to decrease her exposure to DNA-damaging radiation and her lungs were modified to handle low oxygen settings, but this planet had less breathable atmosphere than her adaptations could tolerate. She despised being in her spacesuit but regulations were regulations. Her right visual receptor gave her the full spectrum radiation scan, plus wind, temperature gradients, atmospheric gas content, and spectroscopic analysis. Jag squinted and blinked her left eye three times, to reset her visual receptor for distance, keying on topographical variations and motion detection.
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