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your acting lieutenant.

She's just passing through. Be nice.

Rex Manning's been drafted in as added

security. You're gonna f***ing need it.

In front of you is a sample

of what is already in your kits.

I'll get to that in a moment.

Now listen up.

I'm getting this intel as you are. There's

way too much conjecture for my liking.

I'm calling bullshit on half of this,

remember that. Here we go.

The OI Infini...

the furthest outpost in our galaxy.

Sitting on a rock devoid of life,

devoid of light,

and frozen to the point

of near infinite crush.

Claire, you sure you're all right?

Please, please, be quiet.

But what she's best known for

is the worst deep space disaster in history.

1,600 men and women, all workers,

killed when the mineral aggregate opus...

a potential mined energy source

unique to that planet,

turned out to be highly volatile

under normal operating conditions.

Then why build a station out there

in the first place?

- They should've known that beforehand.

- Yeah, my thoughts exactly.

The station was permanently shut down

and all pending shipments halted...

an order classified code Zephyr

in the realisation, and I quote...

"A catastrophic global event was imminent

if the contents of any one payload

"ever met with our atmosphere".

Which is where

the real sh*t-storm occurs.

12 minutes ago,

west coast slip stream depot 946

attempted to recall

research officer Montoli Reece...

from active duty

on mining station Infini.

Now, we know Montoli was part

of an inspection team of 15

sent to assess the site

following the recent disaster.

During the time out there, something

happened to the other members of the crew

resulting in their deaths.

HQ tried to pull Montoli out...

he crippled his APEX device

to remain on the facility.

- So are we talking villain or saviour here?

- I would definitely go with the former...

expect phenordementia,

maybe even rhombust psychosis.

So should we be expecting

some sort of fire fight out there?

- Jacklar, I don't f***ing know.

- Well, we've got Rex Mannings.

Be prepared for anything. Okay, listen!

Whilst on Infini...

Montoli was able to bring base operations

back online via the local network,

then severed remote connection.

He has prepped a payload...

to be delivered to an undisclosed

location here on Earth.

Given the slipstreams,

is six minutes from now.

I don't have to tell you how important

this mission is. Wait.

We just lost the west coast.

- Which squad?

- Every single person.

The entire division.

- Sh*t.

- They jumped in to extract Montoli.

I'm hearing... they think

it's an airborne threat out there.

West coast went into lockdown.

Goddamn.

They had to be lethally quarantined.

What about the ones in the field?

On Infini?

We're hearing someone had the insight

to blow out the compartment housing

that sent the whole station

into a deep freeze.

- So they're all dead.

- No, no. All but one.

Whit Carmichael. 34, basic grunt,

sub-specialty survival tech.

Looks like he eventually wanted

to become one of you.

Smart guy. What did he do?

Records show an illegal jump into Infini,

assumably to escape the lockdown.

Okay, okay, locator markers have him

last pegged in the furnace control room.

That makes sense. It seals tight

in an emergency to protect the core.

He's been out there a week already.

His rations will be getting low.

A week? He only left Earth

a few minutes ago.

Yeah, correct.

So we're talking

serious time dilation here.

I'm reading a whole bunch of singularity,

black hole bullshit, but basically,

you're gonna be gone for one minute,

14 seconds of our time

which will give you just over 24 hours,

one day out there.

- Okay.

- Great.

Guys, best case scenario, they can

get us out of there in two hours.

- There's no safety net!

- That's right.

It is a long way from home,

the furthest you have ever been.

Now, your primary order...

is to stop that payload leaving Infini

and bring this Carmichael home.

The focused military approach

has proven ineffective.

We are relying on you, our best search

and rescue team, to get this job done.

Deployment in 45 seconds.

- What's with the antiques?

- Nothing else will work out there.

We're hearing current plasma tech is rendered

useless against the electrical fields.

You will be relying solely

on basic packs.

- Even our readouts?

- Everything... 30 seconds.

There better be a hell

of a big bonus for this.

You bring this in,

I deliver the credits myself.

Your suits are sealed

with two layers of resistance,

but won't stand that level

of cold indefinitely.

I have marked all generators

and key locations on your maps.

- You said airborne contagion.

- It is an assumption, like a lot of this.

Ten seconds!

All right, nothing stupid.

Safe and steady.

There's a reason

they bring us in last, right?

We'll see you in a minute.

Kent, where are we at?

Storage room. Lower deck, level three.

You got any thermal reads?

No, it's too cold. It's 70 below.

- I'm not gonna see anything on this.

- Stay on it anyway.

I'm not reading anything

for air contaminants

but we are surrounded

by some kind of coolant agent.

- Boxen.

- Yeah?

- Take Jacklar to find Carmichael.

- Yes, sir.

Menzies, Grenich and Kent,

you're on payload.

We'll use the service tunnels. I've marked

your access points on your maps.

Keep moving. This cold will set in

much faster than you think.

All right, Mannings, Huntington,

you're with me to the generators.

Everyone stay on the comms.

We regroup back in the control room.

Boxen, if you find this Carmichael guy,

if there's any risk,

- you call it in to assess.

- Got ya, Cap.

Payload is priority.

So is getting home alive. Let's move.

- Loud and clear.

- Jacklar, let's go.

Huntington, move.

Don't touch anything!

Okay, guys, we got some bodies here.

Keep it tight.

I must say, I was a bit surprised to see you

at the meeting this morning, Mannings.

Well, it was a late call.

Babysitting mission.

- For who?

- Keep Huntington out of trouble.

- The babysitter.

- Yeah, well, it looks that way.

Someone wants to make sure

you get the east coast command...

not like these poor bastards.

What the f*** is he talking about,

Huntington?

Last job.

- He's moving up in the world.

- You wanna be in politics?

- Governor Huntington.

- Which way, Huntington?

Should be stairs up the front there.

Man, if there's anything alive in this

shithole, they gotta be hearing that.

Let's hope so.

Okay, I think we're good.

Holy sh*t. Look at his neck.

- Embolised arteries... interesting.

- Yeah.

This cold's worse than whatever

screwed with the plasmids.

Tell me about it. My PDA is f***ed.

Two more cross sections down on our right

will lead through to operations. Let's move.

Could use a little heat

in this place, you know?

This guy did a real number here.

What are your thoughts?

You know what? Actually not that hard.

The software might be

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