the three men trot down the gangplank to the surface of the planet. their feet sink into a thick layer of dust and loose rock.
the three men plough their way through a limbo of yellow dust and shrieking wind. with their rubbery masks and deliberate movements, they look like deep-sea divers at the bottom of a murky ocean.
the three men push their way through the storm. melkonis stops again, studies the direction finder.
long shot of the stone pyramid, dust blowing in front of it. it is a crumbling, ancient edifice, made of eroded grey stones, windowless, tapering toward the top.
the snark's engines cough and then with a roar begin to belch out streams of superheated air, cutting through the tulgy dust.
the snark begins to levitate up into the sky, on the beams of light.