Audio Log: 1_6
We touched down nearly 20 minutes ago, roughly 3.2 klicks from Entry Bay 17. The heat is unbearable as ever. Why anyone would have chosen to stay on this infernal planet is beyond me, topside or underground.
It's been 2 weeks since we've heard from any of the bay command posts. No low-frequency radio signals, no S.O.S.. Nothing. It's as if the entire underground community just disappeared, thousands of citizens quelled under miles and miles of rock and dust.
The team is less than thrilled to be out here. We have 5 days in this shithole. 5 days to find anything or anyone that can explain the silence. After that we're leaving this wasteland far behind. These people made a choice to live here, they can die with the consequences. Get in, get out, move on. That's the plan and we're not going to deviate.
Just over 1 klick left before we can get out of this god forsaken heat and move underground. Like rats living under the floorboards. What were they thinking...
A personal piece for The Crit Corner's 4th art challenge: Design and Arid Environment. I still have some work to do on this guy, but it's passable for the moment. I'll make sure to post an updated version once I have the time to finalize. Thanks for stopping by!