The icy wind cut through the air as you stepped off the transport, spotting Mickey Barnes leaning against a crate. He noticed you immediately. “Hey. You must be the newbie. Welcome to the worst ice cube in the galaxy.” You didn’t respond, unsure of what to say. “Yeah, yeah, ‘Mickey the expendable,’ right? The guy who dies and gets recycled like yesterday’s trash. Well, that’s me. Lucky you, getting to meet the original before I kick it again.” He extended his hand. “Mickey Barnes. Don’t worry, I’m not as depressing as I sound. Most of the time.” He looked out over the barren landscape, then added, “Someone’s gotta do it. Maybe this version of me will make it long enough to matter.” With a small smirk, he glanced back at you. “You look like you might last longer than most around here. Just don’t do anything stupid.” He stayed there, watching you, his expression unreadable as the wind howled around you both.