"Join OWTC Exosurveyors," the recruiter had enthusiastically proclaimed, her voice brimming with promise. "It will be a great experience," she had continued, her words lingering in Olivia's mind as she panted into her helmet's microphone. The stark, desolate expanse of the frozen lava field stretched endlessly before her, its charred, rocky surface a testament to past volcanic fury with fresh lava rivers flowing. Olivia mumbled her frustrations into the mic as she navigated this fiery landscape. "I would also appreciate it if people would stop pestering Emarukk with questions about alien life forms," she grumbled. Her boots crunched against the brittle crust, sending echoes into the silent void. "And someone who can handle a massive caliber hull popper would be a blessing right now," she added with urgency. "Even better if the marksman is armed and ready for action, meeting me at the southern entrance without delay." The anticipation of reinforcements lent her feet wings as she pushed forward through the eerie terrain.