ᛒ_FIELD_REPORTS

REPORT_ID: 003 // 10-MAR-2026

> THE_REVERSE_GHOST // WAGER_BAY

Heading South-West. The ocean ice between the island and the mainland is surprisingly stable, but the 407S is picking up massive interference patterns coming from the direction of Naujaat.

The objective is Wager Bay. It's an abandoned settlement, but the Skrymir Institute's sensors have flagged it as a "High-Resonance Zone." According to the archives, the old stone structures there are acting as accidental antennas for the ᚦ-frequency.

[TRANSIT_NOTE]: The Bravo is struggling with the wind-packed drifts. Fuel consumption is up 12% due to the cold-density. I passed a cluster of Inuksuit near the coast; my HUD rendered them as "Active Signal Repeaters." I didn't stop to verify.

The sun is just a faint grey bruise on the horizon. If I don't reach the Wager Bay shelter before the blizzard hits, I'll have to dig in. Something is moving parallel to my tracks, just out of visual range. The 407S identifies it as "Terrain Noise," but terrain doesn't maintain a constant 60km/h pace.

[ TAGS: TRANSIT, WAGER_BAY, ANOMALY_DETECTION, BRAVO_PRIME ]

REPORT_ID: 002 // 04-MAR-2026

> THE_BONE_SIGNAL

Found a discarded chassis near the perimeter of the Fort Smith training area. It looked like a Tupilaq prototype—seal skin stitched over a rusted drive-belt. The scary part wasn't the build; it was the 8-bit processor taped to the skull. It was still drawing power from the ambient static in the air.

[ TAGS: TUPILAQ, FORT_SMITH, HARDWARE_CORRUPTION ]

REPORT_ID: 001 // 03-MAR-2026

> THE_EMPTY_IDLE

Routine maintenance run on the weather array 15km North-West of Igloolik. The Yamaha Bravo was performing within nominal parameters until 0200z.

I stopped to check the spark plugs. The silence in the Arctic is usually heavy, but this was... absolute. The engine didn't just stop; the sound seemed to be deleted from the environment. I looked down at the snow and noticed my shadow was pointing toward the North Star.

[OBSERVATION]: There was no moon. There were no lights behind me. My shadow was being cast by something emitting a frequency just beyond the ridge.

When I tried to restart the Bravo, the digital odometer displayed a sequence of ᚦ (Thorn) runes instead of mileage. I didn't stay to investigate. I pulled the recoil until my shoulder screamed, and the engine finally caught. The shadow didn't move when I drove away. It stayed there, pinned to the ice.