"How's the signal looking Major?""Still strong Lieutenant. But we'll have to proceed on foot."

The crew of Submission had been tracking the distress beacon for nearly two weeks, and with blessings from Mission Control they had landed their ship on the dusty surface of the alien moon.

Suits were in place, clasps fastened, and comms checked. A brief gust of wind shook the fabric lining of the walls as the hatch opened.

"The message was an automatic script - do you reckon this is a rescue mission, or a recovery mission Major?""Well, whichever it is, I'm not taking any chances," replied the ship's leader as he strapped a weapon to his belt. "You ready?"