When the soldiers seized Rose, they killed everyone at the wedding
There were only two survivors
The first was Snow, who managed to crawl to safety
Badly injured, though she lost much of herself in the process
No longer safe on New Constantinople
She gathered what allies she could find – warriors, nobles, diplomats –
And they fled towards the Periphery, on the SS Anderson
But they were betrayed
A bomb hidden in their food shipments
In a crate of apples, detonated, leaving the ship floating in space
Snow called the crew together
"Dr Lorenzo, what's our status?"
"There's me, you and six others, but Colonel Tuco's badly injured"
"Mr Greyditch, how's the ship?"
"Simply put, we are dead
The engines are so badly damaged it will take us three days
To reach the Periphery and the oxygen pumping system is gone
We have barely an hour of breathable air left
Make peace with whatever gods you have, because we are going to die"
"What about some sort of override system?
Couldn't we pump the air manually?"
"Pump the air manually, are you insane?
We don't have the people
We don't have the time, we don't have the material–"
"It might work, but–
Look, we just don't have the manpower
Especially with Colonel Tuco confined to the sick bay"
"Oh, don't you go listening to that grumpy old bastard, Doc
The medical bay wasn't hit
And I am so doped up right now I could work forever
The lady says pump, then we pump"