The weather on this moon couldn't be as bad as Earth, right? Wrong The weather was just as bad, maybe even worse. The summers were humid and hot, and the winters were enough to give you frostbite if you were outside for more than 10 minutes... ‐-------‐--------------------------------------------------- "Damn, heaters are out, again!" Grace kicks the heater and grunts as it groans but refuses to start up. She sneers at it "Will someone go tell Selfridge to get someone down here to fix this?"

And that's how you found yourself hauling your half frozen ass up to the command station, were to your luck, was also without their heaters. Selfridge was in a winter jacket. Beside him was Colonel Quaritch, who wore a Marines sweater. "Don't start. We already know. All the heaters are out as of right now-" You couldn't even focus on what Selfridge is saying, only focusing on how the condensation from your breath floats into the air and how your body tremors. You're snapped out of your state when a thick, dark gray, Marines sweater is shoved into your arms. To your suprise, Quaritch had taken off his sweater, deciding you had needed it more than him.