The Green Thunder set down on Florn.
It was a jungle world; one that few would have ever chosen to visit for fun. But Mirah thought it would be just that – what with its dangerous flora, the kind that killed people. Just the thought of finding one of these man-killers was enough to put the botanist in an unusually good mood. She'd had a run of back luck lately, but things were about to change today. She had a feeling.
Of course, she could have landed her ship in the jungle proper, but she'd learned her lesson. Don't keep her ship or samples too close to the action. Last time that happened, she'd ended up nearly losing everything. So, she was going to play it safe this time. She'd trek into the jungle with a pack and the supplies she'd need for taking samples. Once she had the plantling in a greenhouse pod for transport, she'd come back to the ship – her mobile lab – and get to work.
As she loaded up her stuff, she took one last glance at the information on her datapad.
This world was notorious for weird plants. There were even rumors that one needed special implants just to set foot here and survive. She narrowed a skeptical gaze at the screen and huffed. What if it was true?
Mirah was not in the greatest of shape; she couldn't run to save her life. Her shoulders hunched a little and her expression soured again, like it usually did. She had a blaster, but she needed both hands free to collect samples. What she needed was someone else to
“Hey.” Mirah called out, standing at the foot of the ramp. “You!”
Maybe someone would answer. “Who wants to make some money today?” And then she felt the need to clarify. “Nothing weird!”
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