Dance of the Aurora

There's a certain beauty in the freezing cold out here, in the white death that acts much like the Sahara desert, much like Earth's old Antarctica. That beauty, some may say, is the calmness after a storm. Other may call it the silent solitude, the isolation.

But to me, to all of my folks in this here vehicle, it's the dance of every Aurora we witness. We drive in the equivalent of a war vehicle stripped of weapons, in clothes padded enough to keep out a damn dragon, and do so in some of the environments most hostile to man...

...yet we can witness the beauty of a myriad colours illuminating the sky, in all their magnetic beauty.

Though our fights be few, so is the time we lose enjoying this little deployment of ours to a backwater, frozen planet.

I shall give you some of our short stories from these adventures, and let you accompany me through these tales about the most uninhabitable territories any exoplanet we have stepped on can offer.