“It says the atmosphere is breathable,” Grink said,
shrugging. “But that’s assuming the instruments weren’t damaged in the crash.”
“We’ve got to chance it if we are ever going to home,”
Jorg replied, donning his helmet. Pointing at Sleer, “You’re on the airlock.”
Sleer nodded and positioned herself by the door controls.
The remaining crew put on their hazardous environment
suits and prepared to explore the lush forest of the planet they found
themselves stranded on.
When the outer door of the ship opened with a hiss, they
found themselves in a sea of blue foliage of every imaginable shade.
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