"let us make death proud to take us"
William Shakespeare

EDI-619, August 2021 

Creed walks through the whipping ice winds of the small moon. 
A moon whose winds can reach a negative 100 degrees Celsius. 
So cold they have been known to burn the flesh of man and replicant alike, even through the special suits created to protect them. 

He pauses briefly at the sight of a frozen corpse before him.  Its protective suit was breached by a weapon designed for just that purpose.  A weapon made to order, as this inhospitable moon had become the battleground for corporate heads seeking control of the outer frontier, known as Off-World.