(deep foreboding music)
(beeping sound)
- We're zeroing in on 300 kilometers from TL-14's surface.
Look alive gentlemen.
- Winters, did you retract the charging units?
- Yes, like five minutes ago.
Quit acting like you've been in cryo sleep
for the last 10 months.
- [Schultz] Where are Fitz and Cruzaedo?
- Cruz, get you asses up to the bridge.
Right now.
(gushing wind)
- Come on Winters, we're just checking out
some of the ship's vital equipment.
- [Winters] The espresso machine does not
fall under vital equipment.
- See that's where you're wrong.
(deep engine sound)
- Permission to initiate first phase of decent?
- [Winters] Hold off, I'm not getting
a dynamic reading on the surface.
Schultz, run a full atmospherics survey.
(foot steps)
- I found our problem.
- We have a problem already.
- TL-14's got an angry storm, all across the surface.
I can't get a reading on the land.
- What's the problem with that?
- We can't land if we can't navigate
to an even part of the surface.
We'd risk setting this billion dollar company vessel
down in a canyon or some shit.
- Schultz, how long has this storm been in effect?
- Two thousand years, give or take.
- We can send the small beacon ship down to the surface.
Get a clear visual.
Place down some surface scanners
and get a clear path for the Iris.
- West?
- Yeah, it could work.
I mean the suits are designed to withstand harsh conditions,
but whoever goes down there is gonna need to be careful.
- Aright who wants to volunteer?
- I'll go.
- Hell, I'll go with you.
- [Winters] Sounds like a plan,
prepare the capsule for launch.
(typing sounds)
(buttons clacking)
- Iris pod is active and ready to dislodge.
- [Winters] Alright boys, prepare to be
the first men to land on TL-14.
- Hey Cruz, when we get down there, I'm getting out first.
- Match for it.
(hands clapping)
(chuckle)
- In three, two, one, detaching.
(machine sounds) (heavy atmospheric resistance)
- Oh, I'm hating this already.
- Iris, pod is enduring expected resistance.
Touching down to surface in T-minus nine seconds.
- There, 5 clicks north.
- I see it.
(Engine whirring)
- Iris, we've touched down to surface of TL-14.
Time to go outside.
(Strong winds)
- Be careful out there, boys.
- What are you talking about Winters,
this is a light breeze.
It's actually quite nice out here.
(heavy breathing)
(Strong winds)
- Placing first beacon into position.
(heavy breathing)
Getting into position to place the second-
Whoa!
(gasping loudly)
- You okay?
- (breathing heavily) I'm fine.
Actually the first time I've been flung in a while.
(Panting)
Second beacon's in place.
Iris, are you receiving a read out?
- Loud and clear.
Surface info acquired.
(cheering and laughing)
- [Winters] Nice work, gentlemen,
but now it's our turn to come to you.
West, prepare to land the Iris.
(Loud static)
- What the hell was that?
- Looks like your helmets picked up a rouge transmission.
- That's impossible.
There's nothing down there to transmit.
Do I need to remind you TL-14 is uninhabited.
- [Schultz] Well that's what it said.
The notes of it came from corporate.
It's a warning, not to land.
- From our company? Bullshit.
We're the only ones out here.
And it says the signal's 52 years old.
It's obviously a malfunction.
Winters, can we land now?
- [Cruzaedo] We're getting structural read out down here.
- What?
- On the south-east side.
I'm looking at a man-made formation here.
- You're telling me the company's sent people
out here before us?
Why the hell would they keep that from us?
- [Man] No idea.
Permission to inspect the structure.
- Um are we sure that's the best plan..
- Permission granted.
- [West] Are we gonna land this thing or not?
- [Winters] Not yet.
(Ominous music)
- You guys seeing this?
- [Winters] Copy.
(Rattling)
(Door shuts)
(Wind whistling)
- Looks abandoned.
- What the hell happened here.
(Footsteps cracking)
(heavy breathing)
(Metal chiming)
- Iris, whatever happened here, it looks like we missed it.
By a couple of decades at least.
- Iris, I think we're done here.
(buzzing sound)
What the hell?
(Suspenseful music)
(Liquid pouring)
- Oh my god.
(Screaming)
Jesus.
(Suspenseful music continues)
(Panting)
- Cruz, get the hell out of there.
(Radio breaking up)
Can you hear me? Cruz?
- They must've moved to a different part of the building.
We can't get through to them.
- Then boost the signal.
- Come in Iris? Iris?
Come in.
(radio breaking)
(Wind whistling)
(ominous music)
(Footsteps)
(ominous music increasing in intensity)
(Beeping)
(grunts)
(glass smashes)
(Breathing heavily)
(Ominous music)
(dramatic music)