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This is Azi Narine,

of the planetary freighter ship Demeter 227.

I am marooned on planet Vesta.

I need rescue now. Now, please!

Hey, I picked up a distress call.

I think it's coming from the planet!

So what? That's not what we're here for.

Says they're from a Demeter Freight ship!

Where are we going?

Hey, come back, wait!

Just a bit further.

I need you to lie down, okay?

Ursula... please...

I'm sorry, Sam. I don't know what else to do.

But it seems like she's trying to help you.

I think she's telling me we need to get more of this medication.

Sam, you're safe here, but I need to leave you for a bit.

Okay.

Huh?

We're good.

Looks different than I imagined.

Hey, don't mess around!

The air is good, the landing is sound.

No large creatures detected in the immediate area.

Clear skies, 20 degrees.

Sounds lovely, Terrence, you thinking of moving here?

No, not here. I'm ready to stop moving.

Oh, been out here too long, Kris.

But with this... we can cut this planet hopping bullshit

and go back home. It's about fucking time!

Alright then, if you're so eager...

let's get started.

Alright, you know the rules.

New planet, new atmosphere, new leader.

Last one standing directs the mission.

Shit...

Yes.

...goes to shit.

We'll make contact with whoever sent that radio signal,

then come back to the ship.

- You have a navigator with you? - Yeah.

Don't want to get lost either way.

- What direction was the signal? - About a mile or two that way.

Okay, we take the rest of the day,

find this "Azi," get all the info we need.

It's worth it to know what's up before running in blind.

Even if the ship is just sitting there.

Hot damn. A downed Demeter freighter.

If it's still packed, it would really help our people.

We can get back to living a normal life.

What? Don't tell me that's not exciting.

You're always going on and on about...

Terrence... shut the hell up. Go get the kid.

Let's get on with it already.

Ay, Barry! Quit playing games, I know you're awake!

Come on, man, let's go.

You lost again, didn't you?

Yeah, no shit, not like you did any better.

I want you to know how grateful I am for what you're doing.

Helping Sam...

I can't get over how lucky we are that you found us.

You know, we're headed to our ship.

And you can come with us if you want.

Looks like you're doing okay on your own, though.

Sam doesn't get it. He doesn't slow down enough to see it.

You've obviously found a way to...

Oh.

Hope they're clean enough.

Hey!

Are you okay?

His fever broke, this is amazing.

I knew there had to be a way. This is gonna work...

How is he? Did we get enough?

Oh, thank goodness.

Are you okay?

We won't forget this.

After we get straightened out at the ship,

I'd love to come back and...

Damnit, where are you?

Hello?

I didn't mean to scare you. My name's Azi.

I know. I recognize your voice.

"This is Azi Narine,

of the planetary freighter ship Demeter 227!"

So you must be from the ship I saw landing earlier.

That's right. We heard your distress call.

Well, Barry here caught it.

My name's Kris, this is Terrence.

Sorry to use the kid as bait,

we just needed to know what we were getting into.

But it looks like it's just you out here, yeah?

Just me now.

Been trying to get to our ship's landing site.

It came down from orbit a few days ago.

I don't even know the state of it, but that's where I'm headed.

Was it a controlled landing or did it crash?

It looked controlled to me.

In situations like this, the ship wouldn't have come down

unless it was called to do so.

I'm guessing you aren't the pilot?

No, I'm in charge of overseeing the cargo sector.

How fortunate. No offense but it's that very

cargo that we're interested in.

- You aren't from the company, are you? - Ha! God, no.

We've got our own thing going, one solar system over.

We only come out this far when things get desperate.

There might still be a lot of people alive in cryo sleep.

- You can't just... - Of course not.

We don't care about food, or anything like that.

It's the engines, spare parts, tech,

stuff that only established communities could use.

Not a bunch of stranded travelers.

Look, the company has probably already written you off.

Nobody's coming.

Instead of letting the cargo rot, let us take it.

In return, well take you or anyone that wants to come

and we'll drop you off at the nearest outpost.

Then it's up to you, but at least it's a chance.

Or we could just leave you here and take it ourselves.

No, no, of course.

- That's a fair deal. - Excellent!

- Can we go now? - Kid's right, it's getting dark.

Lets head back to our ship

and leave for the Demeter in the morning.

Ursula?

Oh, God...

What... What the hell?

Ursula! Ursula! Wake up!

- Sam!? What's... - We need to leave, now!

Come on, come on!

Come on. Come on.

Come on, come on!

Typically when something like this happens,

it's the pilot's duty to get in their little life ship

and head straight to the bosses.

I used to be one. A pilot, that is.

- What happened? - Got sick of it.

Hauling expensive cargo here and there. Ugh.

Helping to establish yet another colony

for a bunch of assholes who couldn't care less about you.

- Sounds familiar. - So, you're clearly a survivor.

All this time waiting around, must have been rough.

Yeah, but it hasn't been all bad.

Still, good thing we found you.

People can lose their minds on places like this.

Wondering if anyone is coming, if you'll ever see your friends

- and loved ones again... - Kris.

I smell smoke!

Aw man, what the fuck!

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