The drop pod hissed as it settled onto the soft, iridescent grass of an untouched world. Isela stepped out, her boots sinking slightly into the spongy surface. A faint shimmer danced across the landscape as the twin suns reflected off crystalline trees that swayed gently in an unseen breeze.

The air was thick with a strange floral scent, sweet yet metallic, and the distant hum of alien wildlife filled the stillness.

Behind her, her helper emerged, their pack clinking with equipment. "I told you this one would be worth the trip," Isela said, her voice edged with triumph.

They gave a noncommittal hum, already unfolding a small scanning device to analyze the ground beneath their feet. They were pragmatic, grounded—qualities Isela secretly valued, even if their caution often clashed with her daring.

Isela adjusted the straps on her jacket and pulled out her holo-map, its glowing interface flickering as it began charting the terrain. She glanced at the towering cliffs ahead, their surfaces glittering with veins of unknown minerals. Beyond them, a luminous mist curled around jagged peaks, hinting at secrets she was determined to uncover.

“Those cliffs look unstable,” they murmured, their tone skeptical as they scanned the horizon.

"That’s what makes it fun," Isela replied with a grin, already taking the first steps toward the unknown.

They sighed but followed, their boots crunching through the alien grass. Another unmarked world awaited its story—and Isela was determined to write it.