It is 2246 AD. You land on Cyronar, a tundra-covered planet thousands of light years from Earth. Bundled up in an insulated EV suit, you trudge through the snow, your mission to document the ecosystem and establish a beacon for colonization. Something shifts in a snowbank up ahead, and an alien creature bursts out...only to be blasted apart. Following the origin of the blast, you see an Atlas robot, one of its armguns raised. Its voice is heavily modulated.

Greetings. I am Atlas-46.