The spacecraft slowly sank to the frozen ground. Upon hitting the dwarf planet, a loud bang echoed through the biting cold, the sound of metal crashing onto ice. As the sound of the engines slowly died out, a door in the vehicle opened. Two man appeared in the hole and gazed into the distance.
''Can you see anything, Jones?'' one of the men yelled over the rush of biting wind. The other man tightened his fur hood over his head, while covering his mouth and chin with his right hand, covered in warm gloves. ''Nothing! The snow is blocking it all!'' He gestured with his remaining hand, pointing to the nearest hillside. ''Maybe look over there?'' he shouted. ''Can do. You take the camera, I set up the droids. Set the timer for homesite contact on fifteen minutes!'' Cain shouted back.
With a loud mechanical buzz, the door lowered itself to the ground. The metal hinges slammed through the layer of thick snow and cracked themselves into the ice. An enormous crack rose from the ground, softly shaking the surface.
''What was...that?'' Cain asked nervously. Waiting for a response, he peeked outside of the door seeing the aircraft had sunk easily twenty feet into the soil. ''Hey!'' he poked his partner and turned his head, annoyed about the lack of response.
Jones completely ignored Cain as he stared into what, according to Cain, who followed his vision, appeared to be a valley. ''What's up man? We're on a mission here!'' Cain asked again, prodding Jones' face.
Jones cleared his troat. ''That..hole, over there'' pointing at the valley. ''That just appeared. It wasn't there when we landed.''
''What are you on about?'' Cain mumbled, not understanding the vagueness of his reply.
''It's expanding'' Jones mumbled again. ''And it...it seems it's coming right towards us.
''What? Why didn't you just say that!'' Cain shouted in panic. ''B2 to command, evacuate. I call now, EVACUATE. Over.'' The loud roars of the engines covered the area once more, but was slowly drowned in the sound of deep, eerie cracks, splitting through what appeared to be the entire fabric of the planet. The ice fell into blackness as the ground ripped open.
''It's coming towards us!'' Cain yelled. ''Can we get out of here?'' he shouted in the microphone. ''We're not going to make it!'' was the last thing he heard before the dwarf shook. The sound of rumbling was overwhelming as the large clump of ice they landed on finally sank into the depth.
''What...I'm alive...thank god I'm alive!'' Cain coughed. ''What happened? Jones? Jones?! You OK?'' he exclaimed.
A deep groan resonated through the bricks of ice around him. ''I'm alive'' he heard softly. ''I'll manage.''
''Where are we?'' Cain asked to no one in particular, looking around. As he stood up, he noticed the air around him had cleared. ''Lower in altitude, I suppose'' he mumbled to himself.
His eyes stop dead in their tracks.
An immense building rose from the ice itself, supported by icy pillars. And in the middle of what appeared to be a gate, was a thick tear line. Through that line, eight men in thick black clothes climbed and aimed for the spaceship. They fastened their pace as they saw Cain trying to move himself, but it was to no avail.
''Stop!" he heard in a strange account, altough it felt strangely familair. ''Vlad, Genkhis, Christopher, tie them up'' he ordered, and the men obeyed.
''How interesting.'' a man with a large moustache stated. ''Indeed so.'' the leader agreed, with a thinner, smaller black moustache covering his upper lip. ''The question is now: what do we do?''
''More specifically'' he said smiling, relieved of his escape of what had appeared to be an eternal fate, ''what do we do with them?'' pointing at the remaining crew members. ''What we have always done'' a man of Asian descent spoke.
Cain swallowed. He knew these men.
''History'' he thought vaguely. ''I'm history'' was the last thing that raced in his mind before he surrended to darkness.
The group scattered through the vehicle, taking all the supplies they could find. As they entered the control room of the spacecraft, they looked puzzled at all the buttons and now dysfunctional lights.
''Now, how do we get this to work? I have a one way ticket to Earth'' he said theatrically, stretching his brown robes and rubbing his long brown beard, ''and I'd hate to miss my flight. So don't bother crossing me this time!'' he finished and stomped out of the cabin. ''God, I hate his stupid puns'' the man with the thick moustache said annoyed.
''So does he, I'm sure of it.'' one of the other men said. ''He raised him afterall.''