“It’s beautiful.” Nema looked out over the landscape bathed in light then thrown into darkness again. Over and over, the rocky moon was teased with brief moments of daylight streaming from a spinning pulsar giving the entire surface of the planet an eerie animated feel. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Just watch your tekmeter, sweets.” A squat Elgeon growled at her from her left. “You see stripes, you get back inside that lander. Got it?”

Nema shook her head, slightly annoyed that a clumsy Elgeon like Megrag didn’t think she could take care of herself. She reluctantly glanced down to her tekmeter. No lines, though Megrag snickered before trotting off towards the edge of the plateau.

“So… exactly how many of these have you found already, Megrag?”

The short creature caught eyes with her for a brief moment. “Four,” he growled, then disappeared over the edge.

“Four.” Nema repeated to herself then, with a bit of a grin, “Only two more to go. And if I’m lucky, you’ll lead me straight to those too.”