Crash landing on an uncharted planet was nearly a worst-case scenario for any interstellar crew. For the crew of the Stella Fatum, though, it was far worse. They were alive, but that was the best that could be said of their situation. They were without communication or supplies for repairs; stranded on an icy wasteland of a planet with no hope of rescue. But the planet was not the most dangerous thing the crew had to worry about. Their cargo of human exiles, and possibly even themselves, were. Can they survive on the frozen world they found themselves at the mercy of, or would old hate and prejudice tear them apart before they ever have a chance to escape?