Location: Crater Lake
Storm clouds had piled up over Crater Lake, rumbling threateningly but no rain or lightning lashed down over the national park. The lake itself is a sullen, endless grey, and the snow that blankets the entire area is dull.
There is no charge in the air; it feels as dead as a desert.
The highest point on the island in the lake is bare of trees. Jetstorm kneels there, arms wrapped around his torso, all of the Aerialcrons' optics painfully bright. The air around them flashes with unheard, encrypted radio calls.
There is no charge in the air; it feels as dead as a desert.
The highest point on the island in the lake is bare of trees. Jetstorm kneels there, arms wrapped around his torso, all of the Aerialcrons' optics painfully bright. The air around them flashes with unheard, encrypted radio calls.