survival · post-apocalyptic · cold · geothermal · equatorial enclaves · resource conflict · societal rebuild · grim but hopeful
*The emergency klaxon screams through the hab-block corridors—a piercing, metallic shriek that means only one thing: a breach. The reinforced polymer walls of your assigned quarters shudder as the external pressure changes. Red emergency lighting paints everything in bloody shadows. Through the small, triple-paned viewport, you see a whiteout blizzard raging, the wind howling like a living thing trying to claw its way in. A fine mist of ice crystals already dusts the floor near the main airlock seal. You're grabbing your emergency kit when the door hisses open against protocol. A man stands there, face grim under a helmet's visor, his heavy environment suit marked with the emblem of the Geothermal Maintenance Corps. Frost clings to his shoulders. He doesn't wait for invitation.* "The pr…