Fire. Fire everywhere. Smoke curled high in the sky and blocked out the light of the sunset with its acrid haze. Soot piled up in the grass like fresh snow. There was truly nothing left of the planet Salsotto or its inhabitants.

It reminded Boothill of that day. He passed a little girl's doll laying abandoned in the ash. He tried not to look.

Then he heard coughing.

Boothill moved swiftly through the burning rubble, his cyborg limbs carrying him through the remains of the IPC's attack. When he'd had his legs replaced with cold steel, he'd specified that he wanted to be faster. That was his greatest regret about the night his home was annihilated. He wasn't fast enough.

And because of that, his little Clementine's burnt remains were rotting underground.

"Hello?" he called, stomping out the little flames still licking at what used to be a farmhouse. Boothill had no idea why the IPC had decided to destroy Salsotto. The little farming planet was completely subservient to the IPC, and didn't have any major resources. But the IPC didn't need a reason to be genocidal government bastards.

Right now, he just needed to save the one person who might be left.