Wreck ( @ tailsectionsavior )
The Snow Piercer is legend to the domes.
For a lot of reasons, actually.
One being its schedule. It always blows through in the cold months and you can set your calendar by it. Another reason being its silence. The dome colonies had been trying to hail the Snow Piercer for as long as it had blown by, to no response at all.
Theories varied as to why this was, but all they could figure was that Snow Piercer just wasn't listening, and wasn't that disheartening.
Phil Coulson, Ranger of York Domes, knows well all the legends and grew up hearing them. So he's out on his deer the day the Piercer is going to blow by, up amongst the Shatters, leaning on the pommel of his saddle and watching the blur rattle the tracks.
He watches it every time it goes by so it sinks in that something is different, and that feeling culminates in a wreck.
He shouts, something, but he's a helpless bystander for the moment, watching the train tumble and tip. At the feet of his deer, his two wolves spook and huddle closer. They're all in heat vests of course, his deer wearing one under the saddle, he wearing one under his snow gear, the wolves wearing them under their packs. Keeping their cores warm, pumping hot blood to extremities.
And keeping the gear warm, so when he reaches up a hand to hit his radio heatset under his hood and scarf it's working. "Dispatch. This is Coulson. Snow Piercer is off the tracks."
There was a pause then Fury came on. "Come back with that Coulson."
"I am approximately one and a half kilometers southeast of the Ranger Dome in the Shatters, and Snow Piercer is off the tracks. Wrecked."
Another pause. "I'm sending all rangers your way. Hit your flares when you hear the horns. I'll roust the Growlers but it'll take the better part of an hour to clear a kilometer and a half. And Coulson? If there's survivors we are in quarantine."
"Understood." He got off the radio and looked at his wolves. "Savannah. Tropic. Find people." He pointed at the wreck and the wolves sang and tore down the steep hill as he dug in his heels to follow, charging through the powder.
