The mask had cut most of the smell since they’d left the ship. Jev’s eyes started watering the moment she removed it. Tral kept his on, the wheezing of his recycler the only sound, other than the distant hum of the roving swarms. They weren’t a threat yet, but they moved fast. Jev was wary.
From atop the rise, the brown and arid earth spread down and away, dipping into soupy dells and occasional tangles of hard and thorny weeds.
“What is this place?” Tral wanted to know.
Jev blinked, feeling the sting. “It’s home, Tral. We’ve made it home.”