The ship had crashed months ago, and within its wreck sat some unknown treasure. Astrid had been hired by a silent partner through a chain of intermediaries to go in and retrieve it with little more information than "you'll know it when you see it," and that she should be armed. The latter was obvious, she wouldn't dream of traveling to some derelict, icy world without a way to ensure any local wildlife didn't make any designs on her. She looked out at the shattered remains of the vessel, breathing steadily, trying to decide where to begin her search in the frost-choked metal. Onward, then. The package would acquire itself.

Art by themefinland
Astrid © HelzimGiger

Original art can be found here.