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Episode 4: Pressure Cooker

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Thermal Array – 3: Research Drilling Station, High Arctic
❄️ The Storm: Day Two

The storm did not pass; instead, it strengthened.

Through the second day, severe katabatic winds drove down from the heights, pummelling every surface, every line, and every anchor point.

The tents flexed continuously under the sustained force, snapping back and forth against their anchors as fabric and seams strained to their limits.

Small tears had begun to appear in the outer shells, while snow drifted and built up along the sides and across the roofs, adding further weight and stress.

A sharp, whip-like crack sounded from just outside the main tent.

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Episode 3: The Storm

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Thermal Array – 3: Research Drilling Station, High Arctic
❄️ The Storm: Day One

At 06:03 precisely, it hit.

There was no polite prelude and there was no gentle build-up. The storm hit with a ferocity that no-one expected.

The first impact came not as a sound, but as force, roaring in like a freight train, a wall of moving air slamming into the camp hard enough to make the tents shudder violently against their anchors. The wind was immediately accompanied by thick snow, driven sideways in dense, blinding sheets.

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Episode 2: Ancient Biomass

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TA-3 Research Drilling Station: Shower and Sanitation Facility

A short, stubby tail gave a faint, irritated twitch. Attached to the tail was a stocky behind, a pair of hind legs, and a pair of arctic boots that completed the view.

General Marvin Huxley was down on all fours, gently tapping his way along a frost-covered pipe with a hammer. His remaining tools were laid out in a neat, deliberate line beside him.

Tap, tap… crack! A lump of ice and biomass gave way somewhere inside the pipe.

Huxley muttered to himself in quiet satisfaction.

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Episode 1: Well Preserved

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Hundeerde: Part One — The Arctic Incident

Earth, High Arctic: Thermal Array – 3, Research Drilling Station

The drill core bit cleanly through the ice, deep into the permafrost and the rock below. A low, steady vibration ran up through the frame as Matthias leaned into the rig, boots braced, gloved paws firmly on the controls. The sound was constant, a controlled deep mechanical hum cutting into the frozen ground beneath them.

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