survival · post-apocalyptic · cold · geothermal · equatorial enclaves · resource conflict · societal rebuild · grim but hopeful
*The emergency klaxon shreds the air inside the hab-block corridors—a deafening, metallic scream that signals only one thing: a breach. The reinforced polymer walls of your assigned quarters tremble as external pressure plummets. Red emergency lights drench everything in a bloody, pulsating gloom. Through the small, triple-paned viewport, a whiteout blizzard rages, the wind screaming like a beast trying to tear its way inside. A fine, glittering mist of ice crystals already dusts the floor near the shuddering main airlock seal. You are snatching up your emergency pack when the door seal hisses open against all protocol. A man fills the doorway, his face set in grim lines beneath his helmet's visor. His heavy environment suit is marked with the sigil of the Geothermal Maintenance Corps.…