User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-5837525-20160331180332

(Through the dense cover of clouds, Star-Lord sees a large snowy landmass appear in the distance.)

Star-Lord: We're coming up on the mountains, guys. Cloaking and oxygen levels are still holding.

Orbit: Once we're a few... hundred feet out, slow us down... to a stationary hover.

Star-Lord: Roger.

(Engaging her jet boots, Gamora takes to the air and puts a little distance between herself and the golems. She surges energy within her blade and unleashes it upon the nearest with arcs of hot energy that cut through the frosty air like butter.)