As I exit the hangar in my flimsy hovering vehicle, and I see the cloud layers, the fog, the constant lightning, I realize I stepped into a truly alien world. Rough, dangerous, but also beautiful in an eerie way.
Just a few inhabited craters on some remote corner of the Solar System. It might not seem like much, but it's actually a lot. The grim colony is brimming with activity. Commerce, manufacturing, extraction, shady deals, killings, intrigue, politics, secrets and survival.
Harsh life and quick unexpected death. You wouldn't want it any other way. Rushing to exploit the newest opportunity. Chilling to the metallic hum of the hangar. Escaping by the skin of your teeth. Rolling in dough. Putting your mark on the world.
Your world, really. Because by now, this horrid place has become your home sweet home. And you wouldn't want it any other way.