Jazarah clung to the shell of the machine and pressed herself low to hide from the biting wind. Every part of her ached and she was sure she would lose at least two of her fingers to frostbite.
The machine rolled to a stop. Disoriented, she lifted her head and saw a great snowy plain. Domes and tents and tracked vehicles formed an active camp. Surrounding that camp were thousands of alien machines, hers among them.
Beyond the camp loomed a massive humanoid machine, and beyond it a Ring that dwarfed the one that had brought her to this world.