5722, Sheala with her civilian name, could not wait to stretch her legs. Her enironmental spacesuit clung to her body like a second skin. It was the newest generation of all environemnt protection armor and it did a good job so far. She was still alive. That is proof enough. The black, dimly shining material did not impair her movements at all. It stretched and tightened with everything she did. Actually she could only feelt it if really concentrating.
For the last time she checked her gear and loaded her blaster before tucking it into her utility belt. As she stepped in front of the hatch her shoes automatically materialised at her feet and so did the vision gear over her left eye. She took a deep breath until the ship registered her beeing ready to exit. Without the slightest sound the hatch opened and earth lay in front of her.
Her step was light. Although her shoe sunk into the soft dirt she did not made much of a sound. The gravitation was not as high as she was used to. The planet was small so she expected this to be. She weight about 1/3 of her normal weight. The night vision goggle in her vision gear gave her a perfect clear view of her surrounding and located the first waypoint. She must be gigantic to this lifeforms. The trees around her did not reach her knee. Her proximate hight was around
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