She chose the latter.
Aris showed her the data.
And when the Nest of Years finally settled onto the ice like a great metal seed, a single figure emerged in a pressure suit: Aris Venn. the voyager lut pack
Mossa nodded slowly. “Then we wake the ship.” The vote was bitter. Nearly a third of the colonists demanded the mission continue as planned. But the majority—tired of the abstract promise of a green world, hungry for something real—chose the Lut pack. She chose the latter