Brank Namek
With both the teams prepared, they were beckoned back towards a lower type of hangar through a relatively cramped elevator which chugged along surprisingly smoothly for the heavy industrial feel of the structure. The elevator appeared into a large hangar, not too dissimilar to the one that you parked your ships in, occupied with a few more BESOL employees that went around doing their tasks, almost all of them with some kind of bizarre augmentation that aided their work as much as made them interestingly weird.
Besides the ship, your Bio-Suits, as promised. They were larger than your bodies and opened like a gaping maw exposing a soft interior of some kind of pink-ish fabric, the external was made of the white plates similar to many other things, a BioMetallic analogue to metal or steel? You climbed onto the suits like the usual exoskeleton, they comfortably housed even those wearing armor already. They enveloped the whole being in an embrace, squeezing hard at the joints and then releasing as it completely sealed off the exterior, cyclying its own atmosphere with a device that was clearly not made by BESOL, but still was integrated into the suit like a tumor that jutted off the back.
You boarded the BESOL transport. It was a ship no bigger than 100 meters long, with large cannisters hanging off its sides. What it transported was of little matter to you, but you found your temporary stay in an internal atrium, its bottom retrofitted with a gate that could be opened with the push of a button, and a small screen that displayed the outside world amidst a mess of thick black cables that pulsated and enamel-white plates. The ship lifted off the ground, hovering, and then bolted off the hangar with haste, for the rains drew nigh.
After the initial strain of keeping oneself afoot at the rapidly accelerating vehicle, you could look through the monitor to see the outside. Underneath the white and black mountainous ranges of clouds pierced through by the large towers was a world immersed in darkness. There was no rain yet, but the expansiveness of the seas was darkened as the sunlight was blocked by the thick black clouds. Sudden thunderbolts lit up the landscape and revealed agitated seas as winds likely blew heavily outside in preparation for the ungodly downpour, the thick and black mist that hanged above the whole planet only got denser and denser as they approached the tower.
Their objective of infiltration was initially a small strand that pierced the sky far away, as it drew closer they saw it not too dissimilar to the one they just left. A massive foundation manifested out of the agitated and corrupt waters,rising from the center was a thick tower, easily passable as a space elevator if this was another planet, but alas, just the standard living block for this planet.
You drew closer.
The space amidst the enamel plates painted with dark red symbols became apparent, an amalgam of black metals, tubes, and various devices, dishes, and struts that jutted outwards, broken by a singular disturbing sight: A large eye with a deep black iris that watched the ship as it came, underneath the whites were tiny ducts barely visible. The cyclopic eye watched the ship with intent, it did not dwarf it with size, but its presence was frightening, to see such a familiar organ in such a displaced location was unsettling, as the whole place was.
Then, the camera grew a bit obfuscated. Then a bit more, large globules accumulated on its surface: Droplets. It had begun. The hatch underneath your feet receeded and revealed the seas underneath you, besides the large foudation, a barely visible but gigantic pipe was apparent, rising smokes from the base were quickly dissipating on the winds and the incoming drizzle, soon to be rain. It was now or never to jump.
