The freighter had landed, and the scientists were awaiting the expedition's beginning. The man that had came in earlier stepped back into the room with the guests.
"Alright. Here, put these on."
He handed them both gas masks then promptly put one on himself. He looked at them cautiously as they did what they were instructed to do, though with some hesitation. Once they were finished, he activated the lift that would send them down to the planet. The floor disconnected from the rest of the ship as they began to descend several feet into an orange atmosphere. The floor of the ship hit the ground, and the three stepped off it. The one in charge turned and activated the lift again, and the floor was sent back up to the ship to re-connect it with the rest of the vessel.
"Forward."
The two guests looked around at their location as they walked, trying to make out where they were but unable to due to the thick atmosphere clouding the area.
"Gentlemen!"
A man in a wheelchair, along with several armed guards approached them, appearing out of the dusty atmosphere in front of them.
"Welcome.. To Malta!"
The guards drew their weapons and surrounded the two guests.
"You are now my hostages. Come, there is work that needs doing!"
He rolled himself in a spin and began going back, followed closely behind by his guards.
"Like I said, just do as instructed and you'll be fine."
The cloaked man had positioned himself beside the scientists and was walking with them, keeping a close eye on their movements.
