Many framework silicate networks stretched in the caverns. They stretched in a web-like pattern, well, if the web was made out of various quartz.
The world is blue. We flew a long ways from that storm. Let's hope it doesn't head east where touchdown occurred.
Analysis shows stable chemical signatures.
Okay, let's really hope that we didn't stumble on someone's territory, huh?
These caverns aren't visible to the naked eye from top down, those blue gases in the troposphere blanket the planet in such a way that only the storm shows. Underneath its blue skirt reveals phosphates and breathable oxygen levels. I'm not really a daredevil, mind you, so I will be keeping my helmet on for this expedition. The drone picks something off the side of its wall for a sample to take back home. A slimy something? I don't like it. The drone beeps in sheer defiance to my preference, however, and the report bleeds onto the screen despite my protests.
There's some organic matter in the framework silicate.
Something moved in the darkness. A very large something whose roar rumbled the whole cave. Seismic activity started trampling the gear we had. And then the noise was muffled, snuffed out like spidery jaws clamped upon a throat. Thumping. Oh, we must have woke it up from its nap time. I'm no zoologist so I ordered the crew out and flew the drone home. Let's just stick with some good old moon exploration and not a planet with a not for sale sign, yeah?