Dea Amoris

The fierce heat of Venus bore down upon Commander Bite. Even her advanced suit struggled against the planet's relentless conditions. Mist enveloped them, dense, pressing, as if the very atmosphere sought to reject the Human interlopers. As the crew of the Onward peered out into the alien horizon, elusive figures began to emerge. First, one seemed to materialize directly before their boarding ramp. Then, almost on the queue of a crew member's gesture, more appeared to their left and right. T...