SERIES: Order of Calamity
YEAR: Circa Dec '05
Hawk and Urth were tense about setting foot in Tetherea. They'd heard the stories. Nobody knew why, but although hundreds of travellers had wandered into the gates, the number that had come out...was zero.
It wasn't a pretty sight, either. Thick layers of fume and smog blotted out all but the dimmest traces of the sun, which shone through at a deep red even at midday. There was nothing but dust and sheer monoliths of rock - no vegetation, no life. No water but what they'd brought.
Their mark, however, was close. They could sense his presence.
Hawk found a sizable pillar of rock overlooking the deep network of canyons - or rather, craters - and perched, his rifle on his lap. Every few minutes he would raise it with one arm, and squint down the scope, looking for movement. Nope, trick of the light. Nope, just some shifting dust. Nope, just a few loose stones rolling d-...wait.
Hawk suddenly stood, and watched with his visor alone.
"Seen something?" asked Urth. "It's tense just waiting around."
"...Yeah," said Hawk. "Someone's down there. And he doesn't want to be seen."
Must have rewritten this scene like fifty times over the past four years (between Modus and I that is) but the music stays the same.