Taris. What can you say about Taris, other than that it's a literal mound of trash? The overgrown rubble of a ruined world-city, a fleet's worth crashed ships, nigh-permanent cloud cover, and oh yes, the zombie infestation.There are some times she loves her job. This is not one of those times.
Legate sighs and clicks off the small heat projector before standing and beginning the task of erasing the signs of her small camp. Not that she's especially trying to hide, but there are habits it's good to keep. Her speederbike waits nearby. It's only about twenty klicks more to the lab site. With any luck, she'll be back at base by dinner tomorrow.