What is that ?

Calvo pondered his options. They were not promising. Glancing again at the **** dome, and the guardswomen within, he caught something in his peripheral vision...a blinking green light?

Crouching low, his chest tight with the effort of keeping his breathing slow and silent, Calvo made his way forward. Among the tumble of rocks, scree, and coarse, fern-like vegetation, was a small , fairly standard looking computer control panel. The ComCon was clearly active, but Calvo could see no reason for it to be here....unless.....

He waved his hand near the screen. The ComCon sensing the movement, powered up its display. Calvo took only a moment to recognise what it was...the status board for the **** dome, maintaining it's internal temperature and environment. If he could somehow gain access to it...