The moment Amal, Miko, and Claire stepped out the Spirit of Amelia, they were immediately hit by strong winds and icy rain. The frigid weather pelted their environmental suits and helmets, which Claire imagined they would have been frozen on the spot if they were without them.
“Okay, now I’m kinda envying Freya,” said Claire. “At least, the part where she doesn’t have to deal with all this.”
They walked down the ramp onto the landing pad below, which had cracked ice all over its surface.
Miko tsk’d as she slipped a little bit, then waved her baton at the landing pad itself. She saw that it was heated, but poorly. It simply couldn’t keep up with the weather all around it. So she waved at it again and went into its operating intelligence.
Inside, she bypassed a number of temperature and operational safeties, and increased its power request. As soon as she did that, the landing pad began to heat up beyond its normal limits, which caused the ice that coated it to begin to melt.