Yolanda gawped at the fuzzy CCTV feed in the loading bay. The young doctor could barely contain herself as an ungainly gaggle of men in bulky space suits staggered onto the loading palate. The platform rose, lifting a trio of thigh-high, heavy-looking objects up into the belly of the ship.
She feed flicked off. In black screen she spied her pale, pretty face staring back at her with giddy eyes. "Life" she exhaled, huffing her reflection out of sight.
The clunking footsteps echoed down the corridors towards the lab. Yolanda tied back her shimmering blonde hair and tucked it into under the neckline of her figure-hugging inspection suit. Pristine white, and without a crease - she'd had no reason to pull it out of the closet since the mission started, and definitely not since they landed on the dark, stormy rock named LV-584 a few months ago.
The laboratory door hissed open. Two men cautiously pushed a payload the likes of which she had never imagine