Chapter 54
Chapter Fifty-Four
Daylight poured in through the cargo bay outer airlock hatch, nearly blinding Connor. Hot, thick air rushed in with a deep thrum he felt in his bones, carrying the stench of the alien world with it.
From the airlock hatch, he had a good view of the rectangular stretch of reddish-gray rock where Martienne had set down at dawn. It was like a low butte, over three hundred meters long, and almost two hundred wide. The drop couldn’t be fifty meters.
Fifty meters, and he was at least twenty meters from the nearest edge.
It still brought on a sense of vertigo that caused his stomach to push his sweet bacon-and-yam paste breakfast against the back of his throat.
Selen stepped up beside him, wincing. “What is that smell?”