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The early morning on the Tundra of Northern Hearthia is an incredibly still place.
Few Kerbals live in such a bland, inhospitable place. Low temperatures, constant overcast, and long nights define the Winters.
On this particular morning of 2209, nothing was quiet.
The Arctic base was frantic with activity. Kerbals ran across the tarmac, loading aircraft with the fuel, munitions, and snacks that would be needed.
The roar of departing aircraft, once a daily occurrence, had become to a constant howl.
As His formation of aircraft lifted, a WSO looked at the horizon to see the Mun bathed in a blood red.
Faith in the Eye is all that kept the his hands steady as he cycled to the next steer point for the formation.
