Arlo looked out of the ATTR's slightly open window and growled. "Lapis, Beat, is the radar up yet?" Even though they managed to escape the raging Blizzard caused by the Super-class alien, they were now lost in the white desert, unable to see anything around them but mounds and mounds of snow.
Beatrice stared at him from her cushioned seat as her fingers rapidly tapped on her glowing tablet. "No, the fabric of magic in this world is quite complex; I still can't tune the antenna to it."
His frown grew deeper, "In training it took you just a few minutes, it's been hours now." He then shifted his gaze to the driver Lapis, "How is the classic radar? We got a radiowaves one, right?"
Lapis gave him a glare as sharp as his, "That's our last resort in this mission. It's a gamble we shouldn't take. There have been several worlds where radio waves attracted aliens, so it's a fifty-fifty chance that our cover would be blown in if we use it."
