The Captain took a scanner out of his pocket and aimed it at the darkness. Getting a reading, still it only goes about five hundred Meters. He tapped some buttons with thick gloved fingers. Airs safe, no unrecognised bio organisms. With a hiss his bubble helmet retracted into the darkness of his suit, and The Captain took a great deep breath of Tyranza s air.
Air tastes good.
Very good in fact. Colonel Richardson cracked his suit s seal and showed his head to the clouds. Not bad he grunted. Sort of pine scented with a hint of jasmine. Richardson laughed a deep fruity laugh.