The Venusian storm was unlike any Elara had seen. Lightning crackled through the clouds, and the winds howled like something alive. She flew into the heart of it, following a faint signal—a distress call from a downed reconnaissance ship.
"Command, this is Vance. I'm entering the storm's eye."
"Copy, Vance. Proceed with caution. The storm is unstable."
The eye of the storm was deceptively calm. The clouds parted, revealing a clear pocket of sky. Floating in the center was the wreckage of the reconnaissance ship.
"Command, I've found the downed ship. No survivors."
"Copy, Vance.