Twenty.

“So this is Christmas Planet, is it?”

Andromeda was surveying what they could see as they stepped out of the ship. She could sum it up in one word: Snow.

“Doesn't look like much.” commented Maximus, stepping out to join her. “Did we travel through all that Snowman-infested space dust for this?”

“Yep. Mighty lucky we didn't run into any of them. I guess they must've been distracted elsewhere.”

Presently she put down a large metal briefcase on the ground, opened it up, and pressed a few buttons. A holographic representation of the planet appeared before their eyes, and pretty soon the entire crew – plus the two prisoners – were gathered around it.

“The coordinates said the treasure would be located somewhere around the planets' north pole. That's where we are now. Can't see it, though.”

“So what, we dig?”

“Let's hope we don't have to. It might be somewhere out of sight. Let's split up, each look in one direction, and we'll call each other on the communicators if we find something. We've got a groundcar, but I don't think it'll work very well in the snow, so we'll simply have to walk.”

They all nodded, and pretty soon they were split up into teams. Since they had landed on the northern pole, Sylver and Selma would check to the south, Andy and Sawyer would check the south, and Maximus would bring the prisoners south; he didn't trust Joanna enough to leave her on the ship. Soon they were all on their way, each team walking across an identical wintry desert, hoping to find something that would break the monotony.

Sylver and Selma were the ones who found it: An enormous metal tree, buried in the snow.