Once the ship was docked, all the people in the crowded hangar held their breath almost like they were expecting an impending disaster. The stifling silence and stagnant atmosphere lasted for almost five minutes before the female general deigned to lower the gangplank.
Far from being immediately assaulted by thousands of nightmarish aliens, it was a scenery both plain and unsettling that unfolded before their eyes: No light, no sound. The current was conspicuously cut off.
Although everyone had donned a proper protective suit or at the very least a gas mask for the most confident, the first tests soon confirmed to them that the atmosphere was perfectly breathable and the temperature still within tolerable limits. It was a little chilly, just a couple of degrees warmer than a refrigerator, but that was no big deal for these properly outfitted Players and soldiers.
