Raymond Stantz

From above the scene resembles the preparation for some kind of parade, with little clusters of color-coded Arctic gear and equipment standing out against the snow and ice. The rapidly shimmering and changing aurorae gleam overhead, visible even under the daylight sky; they're shot through with streaks of red and other colors that don't normally make it into the annals. "We're getting close," mutters Korpan, gesturing to two units of responders to head off towards the next likely rupture sites. "Does the air taste funny to anyone else?"