By Andrew D. Wright

Sun scorched sand filled my sight as I was blinded by the harsh actinic light of the blue sun overhead. Logos' sun was yellow like Earth's. The desert air fell on me with the weight of centuries of windblown grit and my lungs seized in mid breath. My hand instinctively flew towards the recall hex on the console and my stomach turned to water as it registered that I had never, ever seen a console like this. Nobody not dead for ages had.