Landon and Correa slugged through the snow with their weapons ready. Carefully eyeing the ship. It was big, grey and looked like the mellinium falcon but it had crashed into the hillside when it slid, out of control during its landing….

So far no one had emerged from the ship.

A mike murmured to life: “Alpha, Team one here. I see nothing on the south side. Please report all positions.”

Landon pressed his com. “Team 7 to the east, we are looking at a closed door. No signs of life so far. I can see team 5 and 6 getting up closer.”

The mike crackled again. “Team 2 and 3 are closing in on the North. No visuals on occupants.”

“Team 8. We are to the west of the ship. We are seeing damage to rudders and it looks like a fire. We are deploying shelters and setting up a triage area.