A narrow mouth yawns in the ice.
Headlamps pierce the black.
Three ICE TEAM OPERATIVES move like ghosts — BRENN (40s,
technical leader), SULL (20s, playful), and LOKA (20s,
female, scanner tech). They wear field armor; portable
analyzers hum faintly on their vests.
ON SCREEN: PLUTO
A small creature freezes ahead — a Nitrogen Squirrel, fur
pale as frost. It stares back at them, eyes glinting in the
dark.
They move on, boots whispering across glassy ice.
DISSOLVE TO:
The tunnel widens. Their headlamps sweep across glacial
walls that curve like a frozen throat. The air grows heavier
— thin crackles of static whisper in the comms, like the
cave itself is listening.
The passage opens into an unnatural chamber.
Stalagmites of frozen nitrogen rise like jagged teeth. At
the center — something half-buried in ice: an organic mass,
tangled in pale tissue and crystalline filaments.
It looks both fossilized and alive.
The creature — or what remains of it — lies dormant,
cocooned in layers of frost.
Ice Team Operatives are trudging through.
BRENN kneels, fingers steady despite the cold.
BRENN
Starting the Waking Protocol.
He runs a handheld sequencer across the tissue. A faint
readout flickers.
A faint pulse shivers through the floor — a vibration felt
more than heard, resonating in the operatives’ helmets.
The mass responds — almost imperceptibly — with a deeper,
slower thrum, like a heart echoing through stone.
BRENN (CONT'D)
(soft, awed)
Bio-material. Not native.
(turns to Loka)
Loka, run a quick genome scan.
LOKA runs the probe.
Numbers scroll.
The analyzer spits a warning tone. Creature's surface
flickers faintly with inner light, as if dreaming through
frozen time.
ANALYZER SCREEN: PARTIAL HUMAN MATCH %24
SULL
(shocked)
Twenty-four?! Oh my—
Sull's voice echoes through the cave, into the tense,
frightening depths.
BRENN
Don't be loud, Sull. We should be
silent once at the second stage.
(turns to Loka)
An ancient human RNS... Here, on
Pluto?
LOKA
(worried)
It's waking up. Shht.
ANALYZER SCREEN: FRAGMENTED LIVING ORGANISM
They all take few steps back in silence.
A sound rises from the tissue like someone singing through a
throat full of ice.
It’s not a human tone; it’s layered — subsonics under a
singing overtone. The shape of the sound resolves into a
syllable, warped but human-like.
SULL
(whispering, awed)
Woo.
LOKA
(whispering, staring at
the analyzer)
Ada? Erot?
ANALYZER SCREEN: A — DA — ER — O (UNRESOLVED)
BRENN
(walking away,
whispering)
What is the highest human match
rate ever found?
LOKA
(whispering)
Not sure.
SULL
(whispering, awed)
It's twenty-four Brenn. This...
This is the highest RNS match. And
we just found it.
LOKA feels surprised, staring at the Analyzer Screen's
result: Adai Eroti
LOKA
(not whispering,
thoughtfully)
Sull, luck is not one of our
teammates, it never was.
BRENN and SULL stare at LOKA in shock.
Loka freezes, realizing her mistake.
The creature’s flesh begins to unravel — its texture
rippling like melting ice.
The resonance coming from the creature changes... shifts...
evolves.
Creature's body starts to sing. Not a roar — a melody,
warped, discordant.
Each note twists the air itself.
Then, it stabilizes on a single high pitched tone — a
haunting melody that makes all three freeze.
The rising of the sound is familiar.
Inside the helmet of Brenn, his HUD floods with red
repetitive warnings: RESONANT BREACH - FREQUENCY ANOMALY
DETECTED
They exchange terrified glances.
BRENN
Run!
SULL
Loka! Not- You- Damn it!
They start running — breath short, boots echoing against the
frozen walls.
Loka glances down at her analyzer.
ANALYZER SCREEN: VENUS
LOKA
(whispering in shock)
Adais Eroti... Venus...
BRENN
What?!
LOKA
(shouting)
Adais Eroti Venus, Brenn! Fucking
Adais-Eroti-Venus!
Suddenly — the vibrations stop.
The melody dies.
They stop. Everything goes still.
Like the moment after death.
BRENN
(despair, lost his faith)
Oh... Fuck. We lost.
LOKA
(determined, aggressive)
Not yet Ren.
She opens her arms, unlocks her armor — a sound wave bursts
out of the armor as a counter-resonance hums outward,
trembling the cave walls.
She grits her teeth and adjusts the dial near her shoulder.
The suit sings a melody— low, harmonic hums build around her
like a sonic cocoon.
The creature begins to struggle and suffer from these
resonant melodies.
It struggles to stand upright as the sound waves try to drag
it away.
SULL
(snarling)
It's impossible, Loka!
LOKA
(aggressive)
Send the data to Kurtic. Now!
Brenn switches his radio frequency, voice shaking.
Sull gives up and sits in place —counting backwards.
BRENN
(into comms)
Ice Operatives Nine. Ice Operatives
Nine.
Kurtic, Kurtic, speak to IO Nine.
SULL
(whispers to himself)
99... 98... 97...
KURTIC (V.O.)
(static, barely)
Copy— repeat, Nine.
BRENN
We’ve found the highest match to
the ancient RNS. It's Twenty-four
percent. We don't have much time.
We found a dynamic nucleic.
KURTIC (V.O.)
Not understood— repeat—
BRENN
(interrupting, hesitant,
scared)
Adai Eroti. Venus. I repeat, Adai
Eroti, Venus.
SULL
13... 12... 11...
KURTIC (V.O.)
Did you say the highest—?
BRENN
(shouting)
Adai Erot, Venus! Highest match in
RNS!
Then— a low rumble.
Despite the struggle, the creature manages to stand. It's
furious.
The ice crackles under its weight, the nitrogen crackling
like glass.
SULL
3... 2... 1—
The creature lets out a scream.
Not a roar — a melody, high-pitched and agonizing.
Sound becomes... violence.
A wave of pure resonance bursts outward — shaking everything
like an earthquake; air, frozen walls, and the entire cave.
The walls warp, bending almost like liquid.
The wave moves through the cave hits Loka.
Her body disintegrates in a flash of blinding light —gone,
like ash in a storm.
The wave hits Sull and Brenn - slamming them into the cave
wall, their armor denting from the impact.
The sound continues — invisible hands pinning them against
the frozen walls.
Inside their armor, their skin begins to change.
Veins flare beneath the surface of their skin.
Muscles twitch.
They are transforming.
They scream in an unbearable pain — distorted, layered —
their voices merging with the resonance.
The creature stops screaming.
Then silence.
Their bodies collapse, unconscious.
It moves toward the mouth of the cave — slow, deliberate.
Loka’s armor lies on the ground — Loka's face was burned
beyond recognition. Below her neck was a hideous mass. Torn
muscles, charred skin pieces.
The smoke rising from her charred skin mix with nitrogen
leaks rising from the ground.
Sull and Brenn lie motionless, slowly mutating.
The creature reaches the exit.
CUT TO:
The glaciers at the cave’s entrance are shattered.
Where the Nitrogen Squirrel once stood — only torn flesh
remains.
The creature steps into the twilight.
The camera tilts upward — the land around the cave scorched
and hollow, as if a meteor had struck.
CLOSE UP:
The creature raises its head toward the black sky and
releases a melodic scream.
Its eyes ignite.
Its mouth quivers.
The resonance spreads again — alive, intelligent, searching.
DISSOLVE TO:
End of Chapter One
EXT. ICE CAVE ENTRANCE — PLUTO SURFACE — NIGHT
A narrow mouth yawns in the ice.
Headlamps pierce the black.
Three ICE TEAM OPERATIVES move like ghosts — BRENN (40s,
technical leader), SULL (20s, playful), and LOKA (20s,
female, scanner tech). They wear field armor; portable
analyzers hum faintly on their vests.
ON SCREEN: PLUTO
A small creature freezes ahead — a Nitrogen Squirrel, fur
pale as frost. It stares back at them, eyes glinting in the
dark.
They move on, boots whispering across glassy ice.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. ICE CAVE — CONTINUOUS
The tunnel widens. Their headlamps sweep across glacial
walls that curve like a frozen throat. The air grows heavier
— thin crackles of static whisper in the comms, like the
cave itself is listening.
The passage opens into an unnatural chamber.
Stalagmites of frozen nitrogen rise like jagged teeth. At
the center — something half-buried in ice: an organic mass,
tangled in pale tissue and crystalline filaments.
It looks both fossilized and alive.
The creature — or what remains of it — lies dormant,
cocooned in layers of frost.
Ice Team Operatives are trudging through.
BRENN kneels, fingers steady despite the cold.
BRENN
Starting the Waking Protocol.
He runs a handheld sequencer across the tissue. A faint
readout flickers.
A faint pulse shivers through the floor — a vibration felt
more than heard, resonating in the operatives’ helmets.
The mass responds — almost imperceptibly — with a deeper,
slower thrum, like a heart echoing through stone.
BRENN (CONT'D)
(soft, awed)
Bio-material. Not native.
(turns to Loka)
Loka, run a quick genome scan.
LOKA runs the probe.
Numbers scroll.
The analyzer spits a warning tone. Creature's surface
flickers faintly with inner light, as if dreaming through
frozen time.
ANALYZER SCREEN: PARTIAL HUMAN MATCH %24
SULL
(shocked)
Twenty-four?! Oh my—
Sull's voice echoes through the cave, into the tense,
frightening depths.
BRENN
Don't be loud, Sull. We should be
silent once at the second stage.
(turns to Loka)
An ancient human RNS... Here, on
Pluto?
LOKA
(worried)
It's waking up. Shht.
ANALYZER SCREEN: FRAGMENTED LIVING ORGANISM
They all take few steps back in silence.
A sound rises from the tissue like someone singing through a
throat full of ice.
It’s not a human tone; it’s layered — subsonics under a
singing overtone. The shape of the sound resolves into a
syllable, warped but human-like.
SULL
(whispering, awed)
Woo.
LOKA
(whispering, staring at
the analyzer)
Ada? Erot?
ANALYZER SCREEN: A — DA — ER — O (UNRESOLVED)
BRENN
(walking away,
whispering)
What is the highest human match
rate ever found?
LOKA
(whispering)
Not sure.
SULL
(whispering, awed)
It's twenty-four Brenn. This...
This is the highest RNS match. And
we just found it.
LOKA feels surprised, staring at the Analyzer Screen's
result: Adai Eroti
LOKA
(not whispering,
thoughtfully)
Sull, luck is not one of our
teammates, it never was.
BRENN and SULL stare at LOKA in shock.
Loka freezes, realizing her mistake.
The creature’s flesh begins to unravel — its texture
rippling like melting ice.
The resonance coming from the creature changes... shifts...
evolves.
Creature's body starts to sing. Not a roar — a melody,
warped, discordant.
Each note twists the air itself.
Then, it stabilizes on a single high pitched tone — a
haunting melody that makes all three freeze.
The rising of the sound is familiar.
Inside the helmet of Brenn, his HUD floods with red
repetitive warnings: RESONANT BREACH - FREQUENCY ANOMALY
DETECTED
They exchange terrified glances.
BRENN
Run!
SULL
Loka! Not- You- Damn it!
They start running — breath short, boots echoing against the
frozen walls.
Loka glances down at her analyzer.
ANALYZER SCREEN: VENUS
LOKA
(whispering in shock)
Adais Eroti... Venus...
BRENN
What?!
LOKA
(shouting)
Adais Eroti Venus, Brenn! Fucking
Adais-Eroti-Venus!
Suddenly — the vibrations stop.
The melody dies.
They stop. Everything goes still.
Like the moment after death.
BRENN
(despair, lost his faith)
Oh... Fuck. We lost.
LOKA
(determined, aggressive)
Not yet Ren.
She opens her arms, unlocks her armor — a sound wave bursts
out of the armor as a counter-resonance hums outward,
trembling the cave walls.
She grits her teeth and adjusts the dial near her shoulder.
The suit sings a melody— low, harmonic hums build around her
like a sonic cocoon.
The creature begins to struggle and suffer from these
resonant melodies.
It struggles to stand upright as the sound waves try to drag
it away.
SULL
(snarling)
It's impossible, Loka!
LOKA
(aggressive)
Send the data to Kurtic. Now!
Brenn switches his radio frequency, voice shaking.
Sull gives up and sits in place —counting backwards.
BRENN
(into comms)
Ice Operatives Nine. Ice Operatives
Nine.
Kurtic, Kurtic, speak to IO Nine.
SULL
(whispers to himself)
99... 98... 97...
KURTIC (V.O.)
(static, barely)
Copy— repeat, Nine.
BRENN
We’ve found the highest match to
the ancient RNS. It's Twenty-four
percent. We don't have much time.
We found a dynamic nucleic.
KURTIC (V.O.)
Not understood— repeat—
BRENN
(interrupting, hesitant,
scared)
Adai Eroti. Venus. I repeat, Adai
Eroti, Venus.
SULL
13... 12... 11...
KURTIC (V.O.)
Did you say the highest—?
BRENN
(shouting)
Adai Erot, Venus! Highest match in
RNS!
Then— a low rumble.
Despite the struggle, the creature manages to stand. It's
furious.
The ice crackles under its weight, the nitrogen crackling
like glass.
SULL
3... 2... 1—
The creature lets out a scream.
Not a roar — a melody, high-pitched and agonizing.
Sound becomes... violence.
A wave of pure resonance bursts outward — shaking everything
like an earthquake; air, frozen walls, and the entire cave.
The walls warp, bending almost like liquid.
The wave moves through the cave hits Loka.
Her body disintegrates in a flash of blinding light —gone,
like ash in a storm.
The wave hits Sull and Brenn - slamming them into the cave
wall, their armor denting from the impact.
The sound continues — invisible hands pinning them against
the frozen walls.
Inside their armor, their skin begins to change.
Veins flare beneath the surface of their skin.
Muscles twitch.
They are transforming.
They scream in an unbearable pain — distorted, layered —
their voices merging with the resonance.
The creature stops screaming.
Then silence.
Their bodies collapse, unconscious.
It moves toward the mouth of the cave — slow, deliberate.
Loka’s armor lies on the ground — Loka's face was burned
beyond recognition. Below her neck was a hideous mass. Torn
muscles, charred skin pieces.
The smoke rising from her charred skin mix with nitrogen
leaks rising from the ground.
Sull and Brenn lie motionless, slowly mutating.
The creature reaches the exit.
CUT TO:
EXT. ICE CAVE ENTRANCE — PLUTO SURFACE - CONTINUOUS
The glaciers at the cave’s entrance are shattered.
Where the Nitrogen Squirrel once stood — only torn flesh
remains.
The creature steps into the twilight.
The camera tilts upward — the land around the cave scorched
and hollow, as if a meteor had struck.
CLOSE UP:
The creature raises its head toward the black sky and
releases a melodic scream.
Its eyes ignite.
Its mouth quivers.
The resonance spreads again — alive, intelligent, searching.
DISSOLVE TO: