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Knight of the Outer Void

Finally you arrive at the fissure, where the computer tells you the signal is coming from. It is a deep ravine. Obviously our search by vehicle can proceed no further; you must continue on foot. You see a deep cliff, leading down terraces to the ravine floor below. Faintly through the dusty haze and blinding glare of the noonday sun, you see the tops of what appears to be alien domes, similar in construction to the one that Hope and Bradbury colonies currently occupy…

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At times the signal weakens, and you could almost lose your way, but finally with its re-emergence, you continue your hot pursuit. Finally, you top the crest of a mountain chain that forms a ring around a vast crater.
From this vantage point, you see what appears to be a vast network of rivulets, though now dry, cutting their way across the harsh, compacted soil. Following the course of an ancient river-bed through smalls hills, which have been worn down to small hummocks by aeons of exfoliation, you pass through countless worn boulders, pebbles and fine rusty sand. The sky above seems still and lifeless.

Though in school, every inhabit has learned all the Terran knowledge of Mars, the heights of Olympus Mons, the depths of Valles Marines, the truth is humanity’s foot or tyre has barely touched even one-hundredth of Mars’ alien soil. Looking up into the Martian heavens at night (with none of Earth’s familiar constellations) the colonists are constantly reminded of the universe’s vastness and their smallness in comparision – and how much more since their endless exile from their once glorious home in the cosmos. As they huddle closely around their nuclear fires, they can only hope and pray that some god would keep the darkness and eternal death at bay.
So as the team embarks swiftly, they are doggedly pursued by the icy easterly wind that always arises with the dawn. The remote sun glares coldly, all dressed in stifled crimson, through the floating haze of fine sand. The Hummingbird follows the EMP radiation, taking you into vast lifeless desert and trackless wilderness…

Great to "see" you again... the game is doing well... This is my description of reaching the "First Contact" site...
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Once the crew is all loaded and buckled in, Jerry starts fires up the thrusters, and awaits the signal from Control to depart. Once the O.K. is given, he pulls back the throttle, and Hummingbird’s old engines whines loudly. Finally after the engine has warmed up, the noise quietened down to a soft whine.
Though Jerry’s fast pace could give the impression of past acquaintance, really without the guiding beacon of the far-off signal and the onboard navigation systems, you would have no way of finding your destination.