Through the large hyperdiamond windows of the cargobay door he can see the large surface of Gandymede capitalize his entire view. Kody sits on a crate sipping his morning coffee. The red sheen reflecting the light of Jupiter gives a sence of an earthly sunrise by the ocean. Granted, this ocean was black with a faint orange haze, but if you closed your eyes – that was the impression. His mind suddenly surprice him and connects the scene in front of him to a long lost memory of his childhood.…
At orbital sundown Kody entered the mess hall. He felt that something had changed. Something small. He could not pinpoint what, but there was definitely something.
He started to pour some whiskey into a small ceramic cup when something flashed past his peripheral vision. An object of a dull red nature. Without turning his head he tries to focus on the thing now at his extreme right. Although it is hard to make out much of the details, the red blurb seems to have several filament arms swinging in complex patterns around it. Constantly sweeping.