Hudson with Terror

[Lochrath]

"Be Ready", he said. Mary had zero idea how to become ready for whatever he thought, though she would never admit it. She decided on bracing herself and attaching the datapad to her leg via the backstrap. It was all she could do before the crazed man decided to gun it, close to the surface, straight for what looked to be some encampment ahead according to her orbital map.

At least the data was rolling in. A glance at the pad's display told her that much. Attention was brought to the racing world around them once more. Figures of ice danced around them, always sliding out of the way at the last moment as Morreti made his adjustments. Lights off, the pillars and lumps were actors veiled in smoky cloth, ambient light making the cowls flutter and slide around them. When the icy performers showed hints of a living glow, she looked forward, neck craning to see. The glow of the landing site was massive. As they got closer stick-like spires clawed upwards into the sky. Communication arrays, Mary thought.

A minute or two passed and her guess was confirmed. Dishes and antennae branching off the spire like a dead tree. It occurred to her that they were headed directly for the camp. At the speed and direction they were going, it would only be a short bit longer before they were right upon it. "Morreti?" She spoke, the question implied.