Instantaneously, pieces of the plexi-dome begin tearing and slicing people apart. Me, however, managed to only get thrown down by the force of the explosion. Looking around, I see blood everywhere. The snow begins tainting. Screams of agony emanate through the air, slowly reaching us in blood-curdling ways. Not many of us realise, that the more imminent danger lies above us.

Some of the plexi-dome, which killed people on the ground, broke away from the structure, leaving a huge hole. Before we have time to acclimatise, poisonous gases begin spewing in like custard or soup. In a second, our prepared formation disintegrates. The Hives and Speakers in the Pole were destroyed when the largest chunk of plexi-dome fell directly onto them. We are now fighting for survival in pandemonium.

Clawing at the air, I manage to grapple hold of my pickaxe that was thrown from my hand in the explosion. It's only then that I look out to the sea. The degrading ship still floats just off the shoreline, but hasn't fired on us again... something's wrong. Those who survived the dome splintering were rallying up for a fight, but now face a blank opponent. All of us wonder why they haven't. Single handedly, they've managed to destroy our only protection from the nuclear deposits, killed hoards of people, including our entire infrastructure in the Pole and left more of us injured than unharmed.

So it shocks us all when they send a message to us.

'We surrender.'