[h3][color=662d91]Kiera Whitman[/color][/h3][hr][hr]

Waist deep in a stew of shit. This was the best living metaphor that has been Kiera Whitman's ever since receiving her father's will. 

The question of "Why bother?" came up multiple times in the past six months since this whole laborious mission started. A mission that Kiera had privately considered one last backhand from her deceased father. Every day with no success in form of progression in finding this damned Legacy had Kiera's mind think of a new way her father was laughing at her. Some days it was just a chuckle, on rougher days it felt like he was in the room, laughing to tears. Even her father's voice varied as she hardly had a memory of him at all, leaving his voice and especially his laugh up to her imagination.

Still, despite the low morale, Kiera never did find the resolve to quit. She felt like she should have and had convinced herself multiple times that she was done but the fangs of guilt would sink into her if she left the Legacy to become some lost pipe dream. Nobody in the world cared, or maybe even knew, about what Kiera was doing but she somehow didn't need any convincing to keep pursuing leads. Did she really respect her father's last wishes this much? Did she love him even though he had no impact on Kiera's life? It sure as hell didn't feel like curiosity or some twisted sense of greed to profit from this. So what the hell was keeping her going?

The closest she actually came to quitting the chase came just before her last lead. An accidental revelation that some bumfuck planet, NG-449, was a location of interest and something at least worth a visit. Maybe after this lead would inevitable produce nothing, Kiera could finally quit this cruel crusade requested by her absentee father. 

Despite the readings of a safe atmosphere and no obscure anomalies, Kiera suited up in her full EVA suit anyway. If there was one thing she learned from her experiences Homesteading, it was that anything could happen on a foreign planet. Odd it was to have such a technically livable planet to be devoid of an sapient life. Though it wasn't unusual for something to not evolve to that state, it was unusual that there had been no colonization effort recorded. An abundance of rain wasn't problematic for colonies, it might even be a good thing. Not that every planet had to be colonized but Kiera aired on the side of suspicion here. Something about this planet was off. Other than being forced to wade through a bog.

[color=662d91]"No threats detected my ass, Hubert. I'm waist deep in shit. Any deeper and this would have been like quicksand!"[/color] Kiera's complained, her voice still with the speaker echo with her helmet still down. [color=662d91]"And you're a butt who didn't warn me about the bog, which is definitely more of a threat to my existence."[/color] Kiera's voice sounded through her speaker again.

Hubert. What an ass. Kiera was convinced this was just another way for her rotting father to have a laugh at his only spawn. The bright side was that at least it wasn't boring.

[color=662d91]"Right. I'm not worried. I'll just have you clean it off later."[/color] Kiera's turn for sarcasm. They both knew Hubert wasn't going to clean her suit.

Kiera took a few steps, each proving to be quite intensive and involved already through this dense mud. [color=662d91]"I hope we're close, otherwise you'll have to carry me."[/color] Kiera said, glancing down at the mud before looking North. It might be a long haul. She pressed on...