Early 2320's
Tiangtang, Ping Qiong System
Airspace above the Tunzhong Jungle
The Tunzhong Jungle growled and reached for the rotorcraft above, its green-black leaves, the parasitic vines, all wanting, seeking the foreign intruder's demise. Named after its ability to swallow drones and personnel in large quantities, without a trace, Tunzhong Jungle was not unique on Tiantang. It stretched from the equator in all four cardinal directions, only stopped by equally hostile mountain ranges and oceans.
The rotorcraft was largely windowless, but the snake-form scientist onboard could see everything outside by sharing his consciousness with that of the pilot, then connecting to the rotorcraft's sensors. He could see the two drones escorting them, ready to kamikaze themselves into the aggressive, flying wildlife that are akin to mythical beasts of Earth Western culture. There was of course the endless flora below, bordering a local mountain ridge, a sea of angry life crashing upon a wall of earth and stone. He then finally saw a clearing that they were lowering down to, an artificial circle of flat ground, charred, black soil, with a large rocket-tower in the center, the culprit behind the clearing. Surrounding it were housing and storage units in the shapes of tubes and blocks, dots that were personnel and drones scattered, all encompassed by a hastily built wall of cement and steel, towers and auto-turrets defending against the native life that dares to strike at this outpost.
As the scientist stepped out of the rotorcraft, onto the landing pad, he was greeted a rabbit-form, clad in ground-armor, camoflauged for the black forest surrounding them, covered in pouches. His large legs were springy in typical rabbit-form fashion, as if the entire person was ready to leap a full story off the ground in a moment's notice. The man's long ears were perked up, the base covered by black hair. His eyes were leery, constantly darting to the sides and looking behind the scientist.
"Good to see you making it safely." The rabbit-form failed to introduce himself as he coldly but politely put a hand over fist in front of him as a greeting. The scientist already knew though: he was Zhao Gang, an army engineer who oversaw the expeditionary team of this outpost.
Tiangtang, Ping Qiong System
Airspace above the Tunzhong Jungle
The Tunzhong Jungle growled and reached for the rotorcraft above, its green-black leaves, the parasitic vines, all wanting, seeking the foreign intruder's demise. Named after its ability to swallow drones and personnel in large quantities, without a trace, Tunzhong Jungle was not unique on Tiantang. It stretched from the equator in all four cardinal directions, only stopped by equally hostile mountain ranges and oceans.
The rotorcraft was largely windowless, but the snake-form scientist onboard could see everything outside by sharing his consciousness with that of the pilot, then connecting to the rotorcraft's sensors. He could see the two drones escorting them, ready to kamikaze themselves into the aggressive, flying wildlife that are akin to mythical beasts of Earth Western culture. There was of course the endless flora below, bordering a local mountain ridge, a sea of angry life crashing upon a wall of earth and stone. He then finally saw a clearing that they were lowering down to, an artificial circle of flat ground, charred, black soil, with a large rocket-tower in the center, the culprit behind the clearing. Surrounding it were housing and storage units in the shapes of tubes and blocks, dots that were personnel and drones scattered, all encompassed by a hastily built wall of cement and steel, towers and auto-turrets defending against the native life that dares to strike at this outpost.
As the scientist stepped out of the rotorcraft, onto the landing pad, he was greeted a rabbit-form, clad in ground-armor, camoflauged for the black forest surrounding them, covered in pouches. His large legs were springy in typical rabbit-form fashion, as if the entire person was ready to leap a full story off the ground in a moment's notice. The man's long ears were perked up, the base covered by black hair. His eyes were leery, constantly darting to the sides and looking behind the scientist.
"Good to see you making it safely." The rabbit-form failed to introduce himself as he coldly but politely put a hand over fist in front of him as a greeting. The scientist already knew though: he was Zhao Gang, an army engineer who oversaw the expeditionary team of this outpost.