The oxygen rich atmosphere of the jungle plabet flight against Bera's ship as she made her descent, carefully scanning over the information she had while making an otherwise routine language. The drone she'd sent out reported back that the planet had a breathable atmosphere, with minimal airborne contaminants on the largely untouched planet below. Vera packed a rebreather with her equipment, but she'd leave it off except in case of an emergency. What had her full attention as she touched down was tracking down her target.
For all the dense vegetation covering the planet, making it a pain to trek over land, it make it pretty easy to predict Angela's field of movement. With such an impregnable canopy of trees, there were so few clear spaces for a ship to land, and the chemical trail left behind by another ship burning fuel lead Vera to a spot she was pretty confident was where the woman had landed herself.
Stepping out of her ship, equipment all packed, Vera breathed deeply, smelling the natural air... and immediately dreading the feeling of that air on her skin. Jungle planets, as it turned out, were unbearably humid. Her deep breath turned into a sigh, mixing with the calls and cries of strange alien bugs and birds, as Vera resolved to get her job done quick so she could get the hell off the overgrown rock that was Persica.
Securing her gear, Vera set her ship to cloak itself and then trudged into the viney, hunid treeline.
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