Starbound Cold Protection Novels & Stories

Temperature: -60°C. The Valkyrie (a prototype VTOL dropship stolen from the Syndicate and repainted) roared through the blizzard. Inside, the Shield Team was gearing up. They weren't wearing rags anymore. They wore Mark V Exoskeletons—sleek, insulated, powered armor designed by Sterling Corp. Jack checked his heavy rotary cannon. "I hope they have heat... I hate the cold." "Approaching target," the pilot announced. "Station 5 is dark. No heat signatures."

I was here for a reason. Two guards in heavy winter uniforms approached, rifles strapped across their chests. One of them gave a sharp nod. “Follow.” I didn’t say a word. I just moved, boots echoing against iron steps as they led me past layer after layer of security. Doors slammed shut behind me one after the other, each one sounding more final than the last. By the time we reached the heart of the underground complex, the warmth had disappeared and the air was heavy. Cold in a different way. We reached a reinforced door.

It feels like my days are numbered staying in here. I struggled to stand up to check the outside from the window by holding my stomach and taking one step at a time but the room was located upstairs. It would be impossible for me to jump down. The compund was huge and beautiful and I could see several bodyguards in their black shiny black suit with thier guns in their arms. "This is a death game. I just escaped death and I'm in one. What if my former boss asked Antonio to get rid of me?" I asked myself.

The maid answered quietly and stuttered a little. "Impossible!" Adam denied the maid aloud. “You careless ones didn't check that. If this stove can still be used it should put out a fire. tsk! Just procrastinate.” Uncle Austin massaged the bridge of his nose, it was very difficult to deal with his Master who was intoxicated with romance and became a fool. “Lord, I'm sorry. But they seem right. The stove was not damaged. This is an induction cooker, the latest technology. So this is a stove that doesn't put out a fire, just puts out heat. The stove is safe to touch because it will not give off heat, it will only give off heat where we put the pot.” Obviously uncle Li at length. T

“He’ll only come if needed.” “But…” “It’s necessary.” Gabriel looked down at her. The slant of the setting sun cast his brutally handsome features in a reddish glow as he continued explaining. “Just to protect you from all your Italian admirers, it seems.” “I don’t like the attention,” Calleigh whispered. “It’s bothering me terribly.” Calleigh could tell by the twist to his lips that he didn’t completely believe her. Her cheeks burned pink. She wished she were covered from head to toe in a padded snowsuit.

"The island. The treatment. How do we start?" She seemed grateful for the change in subject, her expression shifting back to the brilliant scientist I knew. "Once we land, the first step is stabilization," she explained, her voice clear and confident. "The surgery is a massive trauma to the system. We'll need to get you into a cryo-stasis pod immediately after. It will slow your cellular regeneration to a crawl, which is crucial. It prevents the disease from... retaliating... while we work."

She said with a smile as ran her hand through her short hair, pushing the damp strains away from her face. “Of course Sabine. You will be given a space to settle in. You’ll be guarded, both for our protection and yours.” I said as we got up from the table and we made our way towards the door and towards the barracks. It was cold and windy outside, the sky darkening as a winter storm rolled. Sabine shivered and wrapped her arms around herself to try and keep some semblance of warmth.