The desert sun was high in the sky, as was to be expected considering it was a desert. The sand dunes far from the city of Vacuo had grown to immense heights, each dune formation easily one hundred meters tall from base to peak. Not only that, but the sun-baked surface of each dune was steep; tripping and falling from the top meant one could be rolling for quite some time till they'd catch themselves. Wind was a constant too; at no time did the wind ever stop. It would only ever change in intensity, and on the lucky day it might be nothing more than a simple, gentle caress against the bare skin. For the students of Vacuo, the newly formed teams SMMR and ROVR, the wind wasn't as kind that day, whipping the exposed skin with loose sand at high speed. Woe be to the unprepared.
The Sandcrawler the students had taken into the rarely travelled depths of the desert left the day after the students' arrival to Shade, and had been travelling almost non-stop to get to the point they were at. Soon it would be time for the students to practice their landing strategy. The mission was simple, at least in theory. There were rumours passing between the tribes of the dunes of a creature stalking the sands, and that it was moving on a collision course with one of the more remote villages of the region. The students were to scout the area for signs of the great beast, and destroy it if possible. The captain of the Sandcrawler had stated multiple times to each student that there was no shame in pure reconnaissance, should the threat turn out to be too big, and that each student should be prepared for the event where they would require a proper Huntsman.
On the open deck, the topmost section of the Sandcrawler, lay eight air bikes, which were essentially user-friendly dust-propelled dirt bikes designed specifically for quick travel amidst the desert. Each air bike came with small side-bags for storage, but were otherwise minimalistic in appearance. Underneath each bike was what appeared to be some sort of launching mechanism, fueled by high-propulsion dust. The initiates were summoned midday to gather together amidst the bikes, and were provided enough food and water for three days. Both teams were otherwise left to pack whatever gear they deemed necessary for the mission, which commenced shortly after they gathered together. In order to cover the most ground, each of the initiates would be launched separate directions, explained to them right at the time of the gathering.
Each student was launched far into the dunes with their air bikes, whether or not they were planning on using them. Miziren, having travelled in similar places, opted to be launched sitting on his bike, hoping to use his abilities to push him into a nice landing down the side of one of the dunes. Soon after he was thrown into the sky, his teammates accelerated away from him, soon becoming nothing but dots in the distance.
It took some work, but after spewing a geyser of air out of his back to propel himself forwards, he turned the bike to the side in mid-air, almost like he was pulling a stunt, and activated the thrusters to help push him to the side as his dust-infused semblance gave him just that extra little distance needed to just barely make the landing he was hoping to achieve.