The barren expanse of the alien surface stretched endlessly before Ayla, the vastness dotted with jagged rocks and shimmering pools of strange liquid that refracted the twin suns’ light. Her steps faltered as she reached the edge of a ridge, where she could see the remnants of the facility they had narrowly escaped crumbling into ruin. Smoke curled into the sky, dark and foreboding, carrying with it the acrid scent of destruction.
Behind her, Ravyn-9 and Solaria emerged from the shadows of the jagged terrain. Ravyn-9’s mechanical frame was battered, scorched from the battle below, but his glowing eyes remained steady. Solaria wiped a streak of blood from her temple, her blade sheathed but her stance tense.
“What now?” Ayla asked, her voice tight. She clutched the portable terminal to her chest, the faint hum of its data core her only comfort.