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This is prisoner transport ship J-108.

Logbook entry for October 3rd, 1524.

Our current destination, White Prison.

As always, Planet Coldfoot is engulfed in a fucking gas nebula.

There's zero visibility.

Equipment is showing a high level of electromagnetic interference today.

Sig! A highly valuable energy ore,

exceedingly rare in our galaxy, holding incalculable possibilities.

Scientists researched to no avail,

and until recently, had made no discovery of a planet with significant Sig deposits.

However, humanity has finally found a source of clean energy!

The planet of hope! Coldfoot!

The planet's bounty of Sig will propel humankind into another Golden Age.

Don't miss your chance to see the garden of sky and land,

and experience the utopia.

Coldfoot!

See for yourself when you visit this vibrant paradise

where poverty and violence are a thing of the past.

Each year, over 100,000 people come to Planet Coldfoot.

It might surprise you that the highest percentage of that number

are people with a criminal record.

The planet has overcome that sense of prejudice,

and exemplifies the key to coexistence,

camaraderie through hard work.

This here is Sig, a mighty energy ore.

Sig is being mined right here on Planet Coldfoot.

Just one ounce can power a generator for a whole year.

That's what I would call a real man!

Wow!

And the first step to everyone's clean energy future

is your efforts working at the excavation site.

- Uh... - You got time for doodling?

I, uh...

You know where we're headed, right?

"This is White Prison!"

"The company provides a warm bed for you."

"We'll even serve your meals."

"And, between you and me, they're pretty good!"

That clear enough?

- What have we got here? - Hey!

- Uh... - Huh?

Guess virgins really do make the best artists! Man, this is hilarious!

Hey, ladies!

You've never looked so good.

That's really funny, coming from Deputy Dimple Chin.

Hm?

Gah!

Oof.

Real clever, convict.

I don't care how famous you think you are,

because the place where you're goin', everyone's equal.

Everyone's equal!

Equally shitbags, I'd say. Huh?

Welcome to hell's cauldron.

You can't live outside. But do your job and do it well,

you can earn merit points that could help reduce your sentence.

So please make sure to work hard.

- And listen to the guards! - Copy?

Okay... boss.

- Hey, virgin. - Uh... uh...

I, uh... If you want to make a request?

- I can draw whatever you want. - Let's all come together as a team!

Best of luck!

Come on, turn on the generator, Ed.

- Good morning, Jim. - Good morning. Why's it so cold?

Get used to it, my boy. We can't be wasteful out here.

Better get in there before the warm water's gone.

Maybe actually take a bath today.

You don't have to be so rude!

The stink isn't my fault.

The planet's stench sticks to ya.

Come on, you know I didn't mean it like that.

Oof! Sweet Jesus, it's bad.

I get it! I stink!

Come on, now. I know it's not your fault. This stinks as bad as you do.

Respect your elders.

Jim, quit fooling around with these Dust Box girls.

It looks worse than it smells.

What happens if you knock one up?

Then you'll be stuck here on Coldfoot.

I never made it far in school. Transport work was all I could get.

But you? You got real talent.

Save up your money, and you could make a life on Central.

Not this again.

That's a five-year journey, one way.

Now come on, let's eat.

Don't go changing the subject.

Maybe we should focus on keeping the house warm.

Huh?

And now changing the subject,

how many times have I told you to keep that thing charged?

You're gonna end up breaking it.

Eh! I'm saving those to help you get to Central, Jim.

Bless this food.

Hey, Jim!

- Oh? - Any new pictures today?

- Draw me something new! Please! - What do you want?

Hey! Me too!

Exosuits! Can you?

Exosuits, huh?

- Good morning, residents of Dust Box. - So cool! Is it done yet?

- I wanna see! - Let's work towards having a great day.

And living by our code of obedience and altruism.

Here.

- Whoa! Awesome! - Yeah, he did it!

- Whoa! - Cool! Look at it!

Hey, you two know better than to leave the door open like this.

- So awesome! - Oh, morning, Jim. Ed. How's the leg?

- It's way cooler than yours! - Good morning, Serena.

- Mine's best! - Leg's all right.

Mom, look! Look what Jim drew for me!

- Wow, very nice. - It's so pretty, huh?

- Very cool. You go enjoy them. - Look! It's an exosuit!

The grown-ups have to talk.

Be back soon.

- You really are talented, ya know? - That's what I keep telling him.

He's gotta head straight to Central and become an artist.

Just stop! How's being an artist gonna provide a better life for us?

Well, I'd say being a prison guard isn't so bad.

At least you have a job. I'll get fired when my lungs go out.

Your work is pretty tough.

What are you gonna do, right? Not enough Sig to warm the poor.

And I gotta keep this place warm for Marnie.

- Mom? - Hey, hon. Everything okay?

- Yeah, but we should go. - Right.

Good morning, Marnie. You look well today.

Good morning, Ed.

The baby's healthy, and growing.

We were able to use the advance to pay off our debts.

- That's great news. - We should get going.

You're in a mood today. Glad your check-ups are going well.

Just hold your horses. I'm coming.

- I'm coming, Jim! - We're heading out too.

Uh...

A message from Human Resources.

Today's available jobs are five spots in the cafeteria,

ten spots in maintenance, 25 spots in transportation...

Only five spots.

Would have been nice to pull cafeteria duty, what with this damn gas...

But you've got a job, at least.

Just take care of Marnie.

You're not doing art contests anymore?

Nah, I don't have the time for that.

Well, what a shame. You're so talented.

I'd love to see your art.

Maybe later.

We've got it from here.

All right. See you later, Ed.

You too, Marnie.

Yeah.

Why are there people from Central on this tram?

What?

Hey!

Uh... Good morning, Officer Hicks.

What's with the long face, Jimbo?

Ya bust a nut this mornin'?

No, uh...

Relax, man, it was just a joke.

God, why is this always a problem with virgins?

I'm so sorry.

- So, uh... - Spit it out.

I've heard it's pretty crazy outside.

Oh, you mean down below? Yeah, I heard that too.

None of the workers have been injured out there, have they?

Don't even bother wasting your time worrying about these shitbags.

You ever been to prison, virgin? Or put on an exosuit?

Stick to what you know, jerkin' off and drawing.

You don't even carry a gun.

Uh, top of the morning, Officer Sarah.

You really call that a salute? My three-year-old nephew can do it better.

I guess they'll just let anyone join us these days.

- Hey. - Ow!

Now you say, "Thank you for all your guidance." Got it?

Thank you for all of your guidance.

Speaking of guidance, I've got another pearl of wisdom for ya.

Oh, yeah?

Better get your diaper ready.

Next time, she'll Tase ya.

A word from our leader, Cathy Beck!

If you have any hope of staying alive, it is imperative you listen to me carefully.

This planet's atmosphere is poisonous,

and its surface is completely frozen solid.

Only those of you with a death wish would consider trying to escape,

because this frozen hell will dare not spare lives.

If you want to survive here, there are only two rules you need to follow.

First, you must excavate the mines daily.

Second, obey all orders from the guards.

The Sig ore you are mining is unbelievably precious,

and it will aid in the development and expansion of this planet.

So, you will contribute to Coldfoot, and atone for the crimes you have committed.

We are all grateful for your wise words.

Yes, we're all grateful.

Offer your gratitude to Cathy Beck!

Thank you so much.

Now eat!

Did you hear what went missing down there?

- Man, this smells like shit! - Watch it, you're replaceable.

Men like us get tossed to the bottom of the cauldron while we're fresh.

Gotta give it to her, she tells it like it is.

Inmates, shut it!

- Forks down! - Huh?

Looks like no work today!

And we don't feed dogs that don't work!

Out!

- Jim. - Uh...

Oh, uh...

Jim. Jim!

Are you even listening?

Pull it together! We've got to head into the cauldron!

- Come on, follow me! - Wait. The cauldron?

Assign the day laborers new tasks. The station will give you orders.

Move! Clear a path!

- Huh? - Pick up the pace!

What the hell?

The current situation is unknown.

We'll be following the first responder team down.

Moments before the cave-in,

we received a wired communication from the stationed military,

requesting immediate assistance.

Oh...

This is a search and rescue mission for survivors.

Communication will be conducted through Robocast drones...

Don't worry. It's not any different from the one you're used to holding.

...damage to the terrain, so be aware of your team's position.

We need weapons for a rescue?

Who are they expecting us to shoot?

- Officer Hicks... - Really, Hicks?

It just seems like the cave-in's not the only trouble out there.

Hey. You better have your safety on, Virgin.

Not lookin' for any more holes in my ass.

Sir.

Roll out!

We're heading into the depths of hell!

Launch the Robocasts, and secure the landing site!

Get communications running.

Robocast data will filter in through wired lines.

Backline, it's your job to siphon your team the data.

Maintain ten meters or less between drones.

Aggregate information to the Robocasts, and find survivors as fast as possible.

- Take this. You're our backline. - Sir!

All sensors appear to be online.

Audio and video coming in clear.

The path's buried in rubble and unstable from the cave-in.

Large parts of the facility and machinery were damaged in the collapse, confirmed.

The crater is approximately 300 meters wide and 80 meters deep.

I believe it is part of a larger underground cave.

There's another entrance to the cavern at two o'clock.

Why would there be so many caverns buried under the permafrost?

Maybe an underground water vein?

Sir. Data from the first scans.

The cavern dates back 20,000 years.

And almost no traces of Sig present.

Jim! The rescue kit!

Uh...

Wow, can you do only one thing at a time?

Second wave! Descend!

One, two...

Jimbo!

Captain wants a word with you.

- Move your ass! - Right.

Robocasts were sent ahead to secure the area and assess terrain safety.

- Report to me. - Oh, yes, sir.

Report any abnormalities immediately.

Sir.

Huh?

The ground's littered with shell casings.

They're military. Nine millimeter parabellum rounds.

There seem to be traces of grenade launcher use as well.

- Let's see where all of it leads. - Right.

Looking at how the casings have been dispersed,

the trail moves southwest.

That means the first team of responders must have come this way in the cave.

Jim, you're with me. Lead the way.

- Huh? - Huh?

- Uh... - Bark speaking.

I'm splitting the second rescue party.

A, B, C squads, you're gonna stick around with me.

We'll follow the tracks deeper into the cave and sift through the rubble.

D, E, F should continue the search and rescue efforts.

Question any survivors about what happened down here.

I'm so sorry.

What is it? Did you receive any new intel?

Yes. But I think that you need to see it for yourself, Captain Bark.

Planet Coldfoot isn't some barren wasteland.

I mean, this is really huge!

- Huh? - Whoa.

This can't be real.

What are they?

Are they some kind of creature?

Captain Bark, the ground.

Air must have seeped in after the cave-in down here.

Let's keep it moving.

We need to hurry up and locate any of the first responders.

Mirror, I need you to pull up the thermo-sensor readouts.

Look for any spots reading below body temperature.

Let's get a move on.

Better watch your step, hear me?

And steer clear of those fossils.

Huh. Does something seem kinda off?

Hard to say.

My grandma used to tell me things aren't always what they seem.

Just fossils, huh?

What the hell's the survey team been doin' down here?

They're just finding these things now?

Is it fair to guess it's connected to the gunshots?

Here's the source of the heat.

- Oh no. - Shit...

Jim! Take it off! You hear me? Jim!

Huh?

Is this the source?

Hey.

Hey! Are you okay? Hey!

Hey!

Are you okay? Hey! Where are we?

- It can hear you. - What? What did you say?

Don't wake it up.

Oh crap.

Uh... What is that?