This is prisoner transport ship J-108.
Logbook entry for October 3rd, 1524.
We are on our way back to White Prison.
Planet Coldfoot is enveloped in a gas nebula as usual. Visibility is zero.
Electromagnetic interference is off the charts today too.
This is the high-energy ore known as Sig.
As it is exceedingly rare in the parts of the galaxy within our reach,
we are yet to unlock its true potential.
For many years, we believed there were no planets with significant Sig deposits.
However, one such planet has been found.
Coldfoot, the planet of hope!
Humanity has found the perfect source of clean energy
to propel us into a new Golden Age.
The future is ours to shape on this planet.
Come visit Coldfoot, humanity's utopia!
Here in our beautiful garden, poverty and violence are a thing of the past.
Over 100,000 people arrive on Coldfoot every year.
Unlike other planets, most of Coldfoot's new arrivals are criminals serving time.
The labor they provide
ensures a peaceful coexistence on Coldfoot, where everyone is equal.
Here's an interesting fact about the high-energy Sig ore mined on Coldfoot.
A single cube can power a generator for an entire year.
Now that's what I call a real man!
Wow!
The path towards our clean energy future
begins with your work at the excavation site.
You got time for an art journal?
Oh, sorry.
You know where you're headed, right?
"This is White Prison!"
"The company will provide you a bed."
"We'll even provide you with food."
"Just between you and me, it's pretty good!"
Do your job.
Let me see!
Guess jerking off's not your only talent! This is hilarious!
Hey, ladies, look how pretty he made you!
He captured that ass of yours too.
Well, Lord Rabbit, I don't know how famous you are,
but where you're going, everyone's equal.
Equally shit.
Huh?
Welcome to the cauldron of hell.
You can't live outside.
But if you rack up achievements, your sentence may be reduced.
Make sure you work hard and listen to the guards!
Got it?!
Hey, jerk-off.
-Give me a request. I can draw anything. -Folks, work together.
I wish you the best!
Turn on the generator, Ed.
Good morning, Jim.
Good morning. Man, it's freezing.
We can't be wasteful. Just get used to the cold.
Get in while it's warm. You need to take a bath.
Sorry I stink!
You live here long enough, this stench just sticks to you!
I never said that.
Okay, it does stink.
Sorry I stink!
No. I didn't say you stink.
I said this stinks like you.
How rude!
Jim, don't fool around with girls from Dust Box.
Nah, sparks don't fly in here.
Knock one of 'em up, and you'll never get off this planet.
I didn't do much schoolin', so transport work was all I could get,
but you've got talent.
Head right to Central once you have enough money.
There you go again.
It takes five years one-way.
Come on, let's eat.
Don't change the subject.
Keeping the house warm is our priority right now.
Hmm?
I told you to always keep this on.
You'll break it.
Actually, I'm saving those to help get you to Central.
Bless this food.
Oh, it's Jim.
I want another picture!
Can you draw me something new?
-What do you want? -Yay! Me too!
-Something cool! A uniform! -Yeah!
A uniform?
Good morning, citizens of Dust Box.
Let obedience and altruism be our guide to another wonderful day.
Here.
-Whoa! -Awesome!
-Yeah! Awesome! -Wow!
You guys can't just leave the door open.
Oh, good morning, Jim. Ed too.
How's your leg?
Good morning, Serena.
Can't complain.
Hey, look! He gave it to me!
Oh, that's nice.
Cool, right?
We have some business to take care of. You guys stay here and enjoy them.
I'll be right back.
You really are talented.
That's what I keep saying. Jim's gonna be an artist in Central.
Oh, stop it.
First, we need to survive.
Being a prison guard isn't so bad.
My last job, I got fired as soon as my lungs went.
You have it rough too.
It is what it is.
Sig won't warm the poor.
At least we have Marnie.
Mom?
Hey. What's wrong?
Nothing, but we should go.
Right.
Good morning, Marnie. You seem to be coming along well.
Good morning, Ed.
The baby's developing nicely. We managed to pay off our debts with the advance.
That's amazing.
Well, we should get going.
That's not very neighborly. You going for your routine check-up?
I'm going too.
Jim, let's wait for them.
I'll go get ready.
Here is a message from human resources!
Job openings today include five spots in the cafeteria, ten in maintenance,
and twenty-five in transportation.
Just five?
Cafeteria duty was nice, but this blasted gas…
You did your best.
Just take care of Marnie.
You're not entering art contests anymore?
No, I'll be busy for a while.
That's a shame.
You're so talented.
Will you show me your drawings?
Maybe later.
We've got it from here.
Okay. Take care, Ed.
You too, Marnie.
Thanks.
Why are there people from Central here?
Good morning, Officer Hicks.
Why do you look so depressed?
Bust a nut this morning?
Oh, um, no.
Jeez, it's a joke.
This is the problem with virgins.
I'm sorry.
Sheesh.
Um…
What?
Aren't things crazy outside?
You mean the bottom of the cauldron? Yeah, I already know.
Nobody is caught up in it, are they?
The hell you worried about shit bags for, local hire?
You've never put on an exosuit, nor even thrown someone in jail.
Are jerking off and drawing the only things you can do?
You don't even pack a gun.
Good morning, Officer Sarah.
You call that a salute? My nephew does it better than that.
Isn't there an age limit on local hires or something?
-Hey. -Ow!
It's "thank you for your guidance."
Thank you for your guidance!
I see.
You'd like more guidance!
Um, no.
Next is the stun stick. Get your diaper ready.
Your consul, Cathy Beck!
I need you to pay attention to what I'm about to say.
First, this planet's atmosphere is poisonous.
Next, the surface is completely frozen.
Therefore, this is a white hell that rejects living beings.
Only those who are suicidal should consider escaping.
And if you want to live to see tomorrow, there are two rules you need to follow.
One, excavate the mines every day.
Two, follow the guards' instructions.
The high-energy Sig ore you're mining is exceedingly rare and precious.
It will help develop the planet.
Now, contribute to Coldfoot. Atone for the crimes you have committed.
We thank you for your wise words!
We are deeply honored.
Show your gratitude to the consul!
Thank you for feeding us.
Now eat!
Did you hear? There was a cave-in.
Man, this smells like puke.
They don't care about us.
Fresh meat like us go right into the cauldron.
She's all thorns, but I like that.
No talking!
Stop!
There's no work today!
We don't feed dogs that don't work! Out!
Come.
Jim?
Jim!
Are you listening?!
Snap out of it!
We're heading into the cauldron! Come on, follow me!
What? The cauldron?
Day laborers will get new tasks!
Get your orders from your stations!
Move! Clear the way!
Pick up the pace!
What was that?
We're following the first rescue team down to the site.
The situation is unknown.
But right before the wired communication went down from the cave-in,
we know the military made a rescue request.
This is a search-and-rescue mission.
We'll be using Robocast drones to communicate.
It's no different from your usual tool.
Stay alert and be aware of your team's position.
Whole lot of guns for a rescue.
What are we supposed to shoot?
Officer Hicks…
What are you getting at?
Seems like they expect more trouble than just falling rocks.
Hey, noob. Keep the safety on.
Don't want any more holes in my ass.
Yes, sir.
Move out!
We descend into the depths of hell!
Send out the Robocasts.
Secure the landing site!
Set up the data cables.
The backlines of each team will relay
the wired data from the Robocasts to the frontlines!
Maintain ten meters or less between drones!
Direct all data to the Robocasts.
Find the survivors as quickly as possible!
-You're our backline. -Yes, sir.
The audio and video data as well as data from the sensors are coming in.
The rubble is unstable and difficult to walk on.
Machinery and parts of the facility were damaged by the collapse.
The crater is approximately 300 meters wide and 80 meters deep.
It appears to be part of a larger underground cave.
There's a hole at two o'clock that leads further in.
Caves of varying sizes beneath the permafrost…
Were there underground rivers?
Oh, the dating calculations are in.
There are almost no traces of Sig ore.
The cave was formed 20,000 years ago…
Jim! Rescue kit!
Learn to multitask, kid.
Second wave! Descend!
Three, two…
Jim!
The captain wants to see you. Get your ass over here!
Yes, sir!
We sent Robocasts ahead to assess terrain safety.
Give me a report.
Oh, yes, sir.
Report any abnormalities immediately.
Yes, sir.
I see shell casings on the ground.
They seem to be military-issue 9mm Parabellum rounds.
I'm seeing traces of grenades as well.
Find where it all leads.
Yes, sir.
Judging by the dispersal of shell casings, the trail leads southwest.
The first rescue team must have gone down this way.
Jim, you're with me. Lead the way.
Huh?
This is Bark!
I'm splitting the second rescue party in two.
Squads A, B, and C will follow me.
We're following the tracks ahead to investigate.
Squads D, E, F, continue searching around the cave-in.
Question any survivors about what happened down here.
I'm sorry!
What is it? You have new intel?
Yes, sir.
But I think…
You should see it for yourself.
Coldfoot isn't some barren wasteland.
This is a huge discovery!
What is this?
This can't be real.
Some kind of creature?
Captain Bark, the ground…
It's the outside air, from the cave-in.
Let's keep moving.
We have to keep searching for the first team.
Jim, check the Robocast thermo-sensors.
See any heat clusters below body temperature?
Let's get moving!
Don't touch the fossils.
They could be dangerous.
Does the captain seem fishy to you?
Maybe.
Grandma always said never to trust anyone with a mustache.
Fossils, huh?
We should've found 'em already.
The hell was the survey team doing?
Do you think it's connected to the gunshots?
This is the heat source.
-That… -Idiot!
Jim! Take it off!
You hear me?!
Jim!
So that's what happened…
Hey…
Hey! Are you okay? Hey!
Hey!
Can you hear me?
Hey! Say something!
Stop…
What? What did you say?
Don't wake it.
What the hell?
What's that?