The twisted wreckage of blackened spacecraft, alien to this alien world, stabs into the crystalline sky, the jagged remains of the hull like clawed fingers against the horizon. The black ice is thin here, and newer than the ruined ship. It's not yet overtaken the area completely, and the wound that the ship had gouged upon landing still clearly shows sharp-edged gray rocks disturbed beneath the thin layer of frigid dark soil. At least, that's what it's saying when it's speaking Cybertronian. What is being said when it slips into a second, less familiar language is anyone's guess. Jetfire Blurr