The area around the crash site changed greatly in just under a week.
An improvised workshop had grown around the crashed ship, attended by technicians who used whatever they could get their hands on to repair the fried vessel.
Other human ships had landed on the grey sand, creating a small parking spot right outside the cluster of metal tents and portable habitations the Nognes forces had built to set up camp.
A few bigger buildings stood farther away from the camp, mostly serving as warehouses for brittle, precious equipment and valuable materials. The Nognes forces had also placed anything too heavy there, preparing for something that still sounded unbelievable.
The purple-red storm still raged in the distance, tainting the horizon with a bright blemish that didn't match the planet's grey sky. However, that majestic, unnatural calamity couldn't claim anyone's attention that day.
