Frog Season, Pt 1
Planet Dro’ren, Fusil System, Federal Colonial Territories
Eva’s tall mud boots sank into the soft ground with a wet SQUISH. In fact, all their boots did the same as they traversed the water-logged wetlands that Dro’ren was known for. The ground was so soft that their feet sank down to their ankles with each step.
The Ravens all wore their rugged exploration outfits, each with C-ranked light ballistic armor over top of them. And also the mud boots. Without them, their feet would have been soaked in water long ago.
“Remind me again why we’re here?” asked Eva.
“Not a bad question,” said Max. “Allow me to add to it… Why am I here? It’s not like I’m getting paid like the rest of you are.”
“You seem like a seriously nice person,” Amal replied, “but that doesn’t mean we’re gonna leave you alone with our ship. Aaaand we’re all out here ‘coz I need a poison sack from a rare swamptoad, buuuut I can’t do it alone.”