Dune...Arrakis...Desert Planet...
You step off the ship and into the blinding glare of a bright white sun. You shield your eyes with your hand and stagger in the heat of the midday. Your comrades seem to be having the same experience.
You all have left your homeworld in order to better serve the Atreides. Only two of you are not fighters: that is you and your friend Gavin Holiday. You two are writers of everything imaginable, and your stay is not permanent. Looking around you both are glad for that.
The smell of cinnamon is strong out here and it takes you a while to figure out what it is: spice.
“Do you smell that?” you whisper to Gavin. He nods his reply.
You all are taken inside and immediately you see ahead of you the figure of The Lady Jessica.
