The weather station came into sight well before they reached it. Nhaima passed underneath the metal scaffolding, laced with sensors and equipment that gently creaked in the wind. She did a quick visual scan before proceeding past it into a scouting pass of the area around the meteorological spire. The lap took several minutes, and once she has visually secured the area she climbed the station’s scaffolding until she came to rest on the top-most catwalk. There she took a knee, sent the drone into a gentle circle around the area, and opened up a field ration to wolf down quickly.
“Area secure,” she said before tearing off the first corner hungrily, “You should be clear to approach and start with the maintenance Commander.”