Beneath a veil of alien clouds, the vessel began its silent descent. On deck, the detector, Ger, stood motionless. His glowing eyes fed a constant stream of atmospheric data into the ship’s Camouflage Unit, weaving its hull into the wispy fabric of a cirrus formation. A ghost in the sky. To the pilot, Pid, their disguise felt impenetrable; no enemy eye could pierce these clouds.
To achieve thi...
