Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer

Mum always said ice mining is a stupid idea. Whenever she said that, Dad just shrugged and went back to watching videos about playing the markets to get rich.
I’m not sure if it was her crazy enthusiasms for anything that might get us ‘a better life’ or his stubborn insistence everything would be great ‘this time next year’ that drove me to leave as soon as I could.
“Jamal.”
Laetengrand is an ice planet in the Qwang-Chi Archaeological Zone. A very long time ago, back before it froze over – they’re still arguing about how that happened – it was at the heart of the Qwang-Chi Empire. Long story short: it froze over really fast. Under a millennia or two of ice there’s a huge chunk of a civilization several centuries advanced from ours. While we’ve yet to reach any cities down there, we’ve found a few exotic flying vehicles and crystalline veins of a substance someone named ‘klectothene’.
“Jamal!”
We presume it used to be a fuel of some kind. The storage ruptured and it leaked. A strange process induced by cold, pressure, and time has resulted in the veins which yield purple crystals that can power spaceships. Our radiant core drives were traded from the Lenkormians. Attempts to reverse engineer them have been unsuccessful. However, putting a chunk of klectothene in place of the core – the part we couldn’t replicate – results in a drive twenty percent more powerful that lasts twice as long.
“JAMAL!”
I wake. I’m up against the right bulkhead, which is now the floor.
“Here. What happened?”
“Terfor set a thermic charge to collapse the tunnel.”
“This close to The Scar?”
We’re meant to be a pioneer culture: friendly rivalry but pulling together when it matters. Outright greed means some of us fall short of the pioneering spirit.
“Exactly. He set it to trigger on movement. Luckily you had that drone skitter running ahead of your digger, which set it off early. Terfor was still in the section that cracked off.”
That sort of iceshift can’t have been good for- oh no.
“How much went in, and how far am I under?”
“The Scar is gone. The biggest ice crevasse on Laetengrand has become a thirty-kilometre-long dip in the snowscape that’s still settling in places.”
“How far?”
There’s a ‘do we tell him or not?’ period of silence.
“Over three kilometres.”
Deeper than any have gone and survived. Deeper…
“Am I over land or sea?”
Ice sheets cover the whole planet, including a couple of sizeable oceans. Way back before they discovered klectothene, they used another crevasse to drop a space battleship down into the depths to act as an underwater base. The method sounds crazy but works because the old dreadnoughts were built to withstand solaric weapons. Being underwater, the only threat is faster corrosion.
“Sea side.”
“Call Dreadnought Base. Find out where their submersibles are. There’s no point in me going swimming if all I’m going to do is consign myself to a watery grave.”
Another long silence.
A deafening ‘ping’ sounds throughout my rig.
“Did you hear that?”
“It rattled my teeth.”
“Hey, Bacarude. That hit you got is Jamal. Patching you in.”
“Hi, Jamal. You’re only eight metres from open water. Lucky for you we came to see what the collapse shook loose.”
“Prepare to catch a sinking digger.”
“Ready.”
I scramble over and activate the side cutters. There are grinding noises, everything shakes, then there’s a lurch, followed by silence.
Something clangs against my hull.
“Gotcha. Next stop: Dreadnought Base.”
I’m not dying today. Excellent.
“Thank you!”