Starbound Cold Protection Novels & Stories

The Mechanics of the Steamy-Defense The tension on the Avery-Arbor was "Stratospheric." As the "Orbital-Signal" grew stronger, Avery and Dominic realized that their "Sovereign-Union" had to become a "Planetary-Shield." To "Protect" the "Glow-Children," they had to "Project" their "Friction" into the "Thermosphere."

"The deep ocean is just barely above freezing. If a Leviathan breaches the harbor, and you strike the seawall with your staff..." "...the Starved Iron engages the vacuum," Elara murmured, following the physics. "It pulls the ambient temperature of the bay down." "Violently," I confirmed. "It won't just cool the water. It will instantly drop the temperature of the entire harbor to absolute zero. The bay will flash-freeze into a solid block of glacial ice in three seconds. We aren't building a wall to block them, Elara. We are building a trap to encase them."

Beside her, Marcus carried a bundle of thermal-blankets—not the electrical kind that required a grid, but blankets woven with thin silver-threads that trapped the wearer’s own biological heat. ​"The medical tents are full, Alpha," Marcus reported, his breath misting in the sharp air. "It’s not the Blight this time. It’s 'Lung-Chill'. The Southerners aren't used to air this thin or this cold. Their bodies are trying to archive the heat instead of circulating it."

She distracted herself from the conversation and asked the question that was plaguing her. "Why aren't there any windows?" She just had to ask. "The planet is mostly rocky and cold. While Zotheans are immune to the conditions, other species find it hard to survive in such harsh conditions," he explained. "The city is built inside the mountains so that we are insulated from the cold outside." She tried to picture something from Interstellar and failed. "How cold is it outside?" she asked curiously.

"Kemi! Get the scrapper teams behind the secondary barrier panels! The moment the seal snaps, this room is going to lose all its air!" "We aren't leaving you in this hole, Zora!" Kemi screamed back, her leather boots sliding on the ice-slick floor as she hauled two massive, zinc-weave insulation blankets from her gear-bag. Her face was black with granite dust and carbon soot, her arms trembling under the weight of her heavy scrap-rifle as she drove the steel bayonet tip into the deck plates to anchor herself against the rising wind. "The... the local line-workers are already at the base of the elevator shafts! They’ve got thirty scrap-barricades built across the main transit corridors, but t

“Go. Listen. Unmake.” --- Now – Sterling Creek Emma stood at the base of the Heartfurnace, inspecting the conduit points with Marcus and Sarah. The heat had stabilized, pulsing through the stone veins like the breath of a sleeping titan. “Two degrees increase every twelve hours,” Sarah noted as she tapped her stylus against her tablet. “Even the frost-hardened wheat is sprouting.” Emma smiled, heart lifted. “We could triple our food stores by next moonrise.” But Marcus didn’t smile. His eyes were on the outer rim of the conduit. A patch of frost had formed at the far end. Small. But wrong.

Chapter 49: The Marshlands Cory’s dress was soaked and it did not held that the wolf she was riding had drenched fur. The air was so cold in the marshlands she felt like her damp dress would freeze. Her teeth were chattering. She tried desperately to combat this as the sound could alert the Stormbringers. Her barrier was still protecting them from the trickles of hail. The hail storm was mercifully subsiding. Do you think you could make the inside of the barrier warmer? Wondered Hayden. Titan, Blaython and I are okay but you and Sprout don’t look so good.

They drank like an unstoppable, crystalline ulcer through the wooden and metallic architecture of the city. Wherever the ice is the buildings touched, exploded the structures in a cascade of sparkling, frozen Splitter. The ice burned literally through the life of the rebels. And in the middle, in the center of the ring-shaped complex, hung a huge, modified cargo ship in the Old World, completely covered by the purple-blue Frost. The cryogenic cold source pulsated from its open cargo lurks rhythmic, brutal shocks. “This is not a natural anomaly,” Kael found ice cold, and the deep forest green

Then blackness. Shit. I finally come to the realization that I was taken. I test my body for injury, but find only old scars and working limbs. I feel no pain, but I cannot escape the icy bite of the marble. I look around for my bag and I find it thrown in a corner of the tomb I have found myself in. I remove the clothes and dress myself in layers. I warm myself enough to stop shaking and I find myself fatigued from my shivers.