An alarm rings throughout the ship. Python is seen jogging to the War Room. He speaks to a comms crew member. "Put it through." He looks up at the screen, a man with white hair and a stern look on his face stares at Python. "Is this Python of the Axion team? Or Exalin? Whatever team you're on these days." "It's the Axion and yes." The man seems to shift his feet, obviously heard of him and his friends. "I'm sorry for your loss, Murph." "Yeah, I am too, but that's not why you called. What do you need?" "We, The COG, need the Axion team's help." "For?" "For chasing down a terrorist group called Oblivion. They recently attacked our HQ and our soldiers aren't tough enough to strike back." Python crosses his arms. "How much cash are we talking about?" "18 million galactic credits." He nods, happy he won't have to rob a bank. "We'll take the job, any intel?" "They're on a planet called Manalice. It's a snowy, cold planet." "Hemisphere? Coordinates? I need more than just a planet." "Northeastern hemisphere. 78.92 north and 125.65 east." "Alright. Meet us at our location, we'll discuss any further details on my ship." The man nods and the screen goes black. Python hangs his gear on his back and gets on comms. "Guys, we won't have to rob a bank. I got us a job." [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]