Episode 1: Emergency Siren at North Pole Command

Episode 1: Arctic 0th Special Command's red siren! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! At 89 degrees 59 minutes north latitude, where the permafrost is 1,200 meters thick, red rotating warning lights flashed simultaneously throughout the hallways of the North Pole Operations Department (NOPD), a secret underground facility in the northernmost part of the Earth that is not marked anywhere on the map, and a special eardrum-shattering alarm rang out. It was the 'Code Red' siren that announced the official launch of 'Operation Jingle Storm', the largest secret airlift operation on earth to deliver 'Christmas gifts', the physical substance of dreams and hopes, with high precision to 2 billion children around the world only once a year.

“A situation has occurred! A situation has occurred! All agents, gather immediately at the 1st tactical staging area! I repeat! D-12 hours of Christmas Eve, entering the operation line! Immediately switch the power control panel, tactical sled hangar, and intelligent gift production line to emergency combat mode!” The clear and cool synthesized voice of AI operator ‘Holly-7’ coming through the command center’s central broadcasting network shook the steel bulkhead. Special titanium explosion-proof doors with a thickness of 50 centimeters were opened and pulled heavily, emitting the harsh friction sound of hydraulic cylinders.

Beyond the huge door, members of Rudolph's special tactics squadron 'Red Nose Nine', wearing pure white snow camouflage uniforms, infrared night vision equipment, and state-of-the-art flight harnesses, poured into the tactical briefing room, their boots clinking loudly. At the front of the line stood the flight leader, Captain Rudolph (code name: Rudolph-01). He is 188 centimeters tall, has a confident and sturdy physique, and has sharp and intelligent eyes.

He was a legendary elite pilot with an ultra-high frequency infrared nose, the rarest genetic trait among the fighting reindeer clan. The tactical guidance optical equipment mounted on the center of his nose emits a focused beam of 100,000 lux even in the dark.

It was the command's only bio-tactical beacon that could see through the harsh blizzards with a visibility of 0 meters in the stratosphere. “Everyone at attention! Commander, you are entering!”

With Captain Rudolph's loud command, the nine elite flight agents all took a sword-like stance. The heavy carbon bulletproof door at the front of the briefing room opens,

A large commander wearing a heavy-duty tactical tactical vest over a dark crimson Kevlar bulletproof dress walked up to the podium with heavy steps. Colonel Nicholas Santa, Commander-in-Chief of the Arctic Joint Covert Operations Command. The rich, pure white beard that reached down to his chest shone like a medal of time.

The sparkling blue eyes behind the tactical visor goggles can see through the weather maps and airborne radars of all battlefields around the world at a glance.

He was a living legend and a cool-headed field commander. On his shoulder, a golden badge with four stars engraved over decades of commanding top-secret missions flashed heavily under the red light. Colonel Santa lightly waved his tactical baton and activated the 3D hologram projector in the center of the briefing room. With a chirping sound, a huge hologram of a globe with a diameter of 10 meters appeared in the air, emitting blue light. On the surface of the globe, there are lines connecting the skies of major metropolises around the world, including London, New York, Paris, Seoul, Tokyo, and Sydney.

Tens of thousands of silver paths were intertwined like a spider web,

Meanwhile, huge hazard zones flashing red and orange were being updated in real time. “Commissioners, stand comfortably.”

Colonel Santa's deep, deep bass sound resonated heavily throughout the briefing room without having to go through the microphone. “That day has come again this year. From 24:00 on Christmas Eve to 05:00 a.m. on the 25th, the absolute operational time given to the entire world is only 5 hours. During these 300 minutes, we maintain supersonic maneuvers that are three times the rotation speed of the Earth.”

Gifts must be dropped on the roofs, chimneys, and window frames of 2 billion households around the world without a single second of error and returned safely. Colonel Santa pointed with the tip of his baton to a red flashing area over the Korean Peninsula in East Asia. “But this year’s situation is by no means easy. Due to the global economic recession, fatigue from an endlessly competitive society, smartphone addiction, and the overflow of nighttime algorithms.”

The ‘Sleepless Noise Syndicate’ forces that disrupt the sleep brain waves of children and young people.

A super-powerful sleep-disrupting radar network is being operated throughout the city skyline. If children can't sleep, our stealth infiltration protocols are completely neutralized. The moment children's pure dreams and innocence are shattered,

The North Pole's perpetual power core that sustains the Christmas miracle will be shut down forever. The agents' eyes tightened with tension. Lieutenant Dancer, co-pilot and electronic warfare (EW) officer, raised his hand and asked sharply. “Commander, what is the power of the sleep-disrupting radar network? Can the normal stealth coating on our aircraft minimize the radar cross-section (RCS)?” “It’s impossible.”

Colonel Santa shook his head. "The equipment installed by the syndicate is not a simple radio detector. It forcibly destroys delta waves (0.5~4Hz), which are in the deep sleep state among human brain waves."

It emits ultra-high output dopamine stimulation pulses thousands of meters above the ground. In order to break through this pulse network, ordinary flying techniques cannot be used. Only rhythm, music, and aerial acrobatic dance maneuvers are used to avoid body resonance.

Can neutralize the enemy's disturbance pulse. That is why the official name of this operation is “Dancing Christmas Night.” ‘Dancing Christmas Night’. When Captain Rudolph heard those words, a faint, confident smile spread across his lips. He tapped the tactical flight computer mounted on his chest. "Rhythmic evasive maneuvers are a trademark of our Red Nose Squadron, commander. From house beats at 128 BPM to funky breakbeats at 140 BPM,"

We will completely fool the enemy's radar pulse with 360-degree rolls and sliding turns in the air. “Good spirit, Captain Rudolph.”

Colonel Santa nodded with satisfaction. “But never let down your guard. As you all know, this is the main aircraft used in this operation.”

Renovated in complete secrecy over three years at Arctic Skunk Works.

This is the supersonic strategic stealth flying boat ‘Sleigh-1’. A huge aircraft with a total length of 68 meters and a total width of 42 meters.

When 2 billion futures are quantum-compressed, the total weight will reach 500,000 tons. No matter how many anti-gravity repulsor engines support it,

Dancing at Mach 7 speeds in the stratosphere applies enormous G-forces to the aircraft frame. Even a single step mistake can cause the aircraft to disintegrate mid-air. The air in the briefing room suddenly became as cold as a thin sheet of ice. Leading a 500,000-ton massive object and performing a supersonic dance in the night sky is

It was an extreme challenge that tested the limits of humans and machines. At that time, at the end of the line was the youngest and smallest agent, Sergeant Comet.

I raised my hand cautiously. At the age of 22, I was a rookie flight attendant whose first combat mission was this operation. “Commander! I have a question!”

“Say it, Sergeant Comet.”

“Well… you said 500,000 tons of futures were being loaded.”

Is it possible that the most requested gifts by children this year are... the extremely heavy large Lego set and the ultra-high-definition gaming console set? Last year, I heard that my seniors almost suffered a lumbar disc injury while delivering... A moment of uncontrollable sneezing spread throughout the serious and intense briefing room. Captain Rudolph cleared his throat and glared at Sergeant Comet,

Colonel Santa let out a good-natured, hearty laugh. "Hahaha! That's a good question, Sergeant Comet! Don't worry, Pippin, Chief Elf Engineer of the Second Gift Factory."

This year, we introduced a superconducting 3D quantum printer.

The interatomic bonding structure of all gifts was reconstructed into ultra-light nanoform. Although the perceived weight has been reduced to 1/10,

“Advanced technology is used to restore the original perfect texture and weight the moment children untie the ribbon. Your back will be safe!” The agents all burst out laughing in relief and relaxed. Colonel Santa withdrew his baton and looked around at the crew with his characteristically determined and solemn expression. "Gentlemen. The world is becoming increasingly harsh, and adults are driven by calculations and anxiety. But tonight, we must prove to children around the world that miracles are alive. The reason we soar through the night sky is not simply to deliver gifts. Even in despair and darkness, pure love and hope never disappear."

This is to inform all souls on this planet with my whole body. As always, the mission completion rate goal is 100.000%. Do you understand? "Yes, Commander! Mission accomplished!"

The nine members of Rudolph's special forces repeated the song so loudly that it seemed as if the briefing room was about to leave. Immediately after the briefing, Colonel Santa and Rudolph's squadron

We took the underground monorail and moved to the ‘Second Intelligent Futures Production Base’ located on the 3rd floor of the North Pole. The sight that unfolded beyond the monorail's thick special glass window was truly an overwhelming wonder of civilization. Inside a very large dome-shaped hangar the size of 300 soccer fields combined,

Thousands of six-axis industrial articulated robot arms and giant superconducting 3D quantum printers that emit translucent blue light.

They were moving non-stop, as if they were performing a coordinated group dance. There was a faint smell of static ozone, warm vanilla, and fresh pine needles mixed in the air. “Oh my! Commander, are you here!”

He has a small body and wears large magnifying goggles on his forehead.

Chief Pippin, an old elf wearing greasy tactical overalls, came running, waving a wrench. He was a legendary engineer who oversaw a weapons and gift manufacturing facility in the Arctic for 120 years. “What’s the production status, Pippin?”

Colonel Santa asked, leaning against the railing and looking down at the line below. Chief Pippin tapped the tablet PC screen and smiled triumphantly. "Currently operating at 100%! 12,000 gifts are being perfectly molded per second. Data on 2,047.89 million wishes sent by children around the world to Santa's Post Office and Wishlist Cloud."

Quantum artificial intelligence classified it in real time and completed the customized design in just 0.01 seconds. Captain Rudolph looked closely at the transparent conveyor belt passing next to the production line. Laser beams flash on the belt, a bright red wooden horse and a state-of-the-art AI pet robot dog,

And the magic snowball and classic dolls were magically materializing. Next to it, other precision scanner robots scan the surface of the gift in 0.001 millimeter units.

It was completely inspected for paint defects or scratches on the edges. “The defect inspection pass rate is 99.999%.”

Chief Pippin added proudly. “Every gift box that passes inspection is packaged with a package that never opens even in stratospheric temperatures of -70 degrees Celsius.”

The special shape memory alloy hologram ribbon is automatically tied,

A ‘Santa Certification Special Hologram Seal Sticker’ is attached on top of it. These stickers magically unlock in response to only good children's unique body temperature and fingerprints. “That’s great, Pippin.”

Colonel Santa tapped Pippin on the shoulder. “Is there any problem with linking with the loading line?”

“Of course! Via automatic magnetic conveyor belt”

All gifts are being transferred in real time to the Slay-One main cargo hold in Tactical Hangar 1. All loading will be completed in 2 hours. Colonel Santa and his crew pass the production line,

Finally, the heart of this operation and the Arctic's top secret weapon.

We headed to the 1st heavy transport hangar where the supersonic strategic stealth flying boat ‘Slay-One’ was stored. Clap-push profit-

As the huge airlock doors opened on both sides,

The majesty of Slay-One unfolded before my eyes, revealing its majestic appearance on a stand in the middle of the hangar. “…Wow…”

From the mouth of the youngest Sergeant Comet, who witnessed Slay-One in person for the first time.

An ecstatic exclamation spontaneously burst out. It was the pinnacle of human and fairy engineering, on a different level from the wooden sleds in fairy tales. The surface of the aircraft has a total width of 42 meters and adopts a sleek delta wing structure.

It was covered with dark blue radar absorbent material (RAM) nanotiles that absorbed all enemy radar waves.

Instead of traditional ski landing gear on the bottom of the fuselage,

The superconducting magnetic levitation anti-gravity sled was equipped with blades and floated quietly 30 centimeters above the ground. At the rear of the fuselage, eight large hybrid ion-jet engine nozzles revealed a huge circular turbine.

The wing tips are synchronized with the bio-tactical frequency of Rudolph's squadron.

The dynamic LED synchro panel stretched out long. This panel glows in tens of thousands of colors to the rhythm of the music during flight.

It was designed to function as an innovative 'rhythm aero shield' that breaks down aerodynamic resistance around the aircraft into plasma. “This is... Slay-One...”

Captain Rudolph ran his palm down the smooth carbon composite armor on the aircraft's surface. Fine, regular vibrations flowing from the nuclear reactor inside the aircraft were transmitted through my fingertips. It was like the heartbeat of a gigantic snow field beast growling lowly before its sortie. “Captain Rudolph.”

Colonel Santa came over and held his shoulder heavily. “You will be the master pilot of this monster. I will control the tactical command and cargo hold release sequence.”

You are responsible for all risk-avoidance flights that take place in the sky. Only your infrared nose and reflexes can make this 500,000-ton behemoth dance like lightning. Captain Rudolph straightened his back and saluted. “I will risk my life to escort you and the gift to the destination. I will not allow even a millisecond of error.”

“Good. All crew members, immediately begin checking flight equipment and measuring weight balance before boarding!”

“Roger!”

The crew quickly dispersed to their respective tactical positions. 1 hour before sortie. Slay-One's internal cargo hold was truly reminiscent of a gigantic galaxy. Tens of thousands of titanium racks each, stretching from the floor to a 15-metre high ceiling.

Colorful gift boxes were neatly lined up and secured with superconducting magnetic locks. The central calculation screen of the aircraft computer displays real-time center of gravity (CG) data according to the arrangement of gifts.

It was a complex three-dimensional graph that rotated continuously. [CURRENT PAYLOAD: 498,720 TONS]

[CENTER OF GRAVITY: BALANCED (0.000% DEV)]

[MAGNETIC LOCK STATUS: 100% SECURED] "Cargo hold lock status is All Green! Load balance is perfect!"

Electronic Warfare Officer Lieutenant Dancer reported to the cockpit via headset. Colonel Santa, seated in the captain's chair at the top of the cockpit, lowered the visor of his tactical helmet with a click. Global weather satellite data and high-altitude jet stream wind direction and wind speed are displayed on the transparent HUD display inside the visor.

It unfolded in real-time green graphics. Captain Rudolph, sitting in the cockpit to his right, also synchronized his visor and held the dual flight control stick with both hands. When the biometric sensor mounted on the control handle detected Rudolph's pulse and body temperature,

The entire cockpit instrument panel was brilliantly lit in brilliant emerald and ruby colors. “Tactical AI Holly-7, engine start sequence initiated.”

Colonel Santa vigorously flipped the main power switch on the right overhead panel. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee for of The number 1 ion turbine at the rear of the aircraft began to rotate with a powerful electronic spark. Next, No. 2, No. 3, No. 4... the eight main engines ignite one after another.

It emitted an overwhelming, low-pitched exhaust sound that shook the entire underground hangar. Blue plasma flames coming out of the engine exhaust

The heat-resistant tiles on the hangar floor heated red and created a haze. The anti-gravity sled blade exerts strong repulsive force,

A 500,000-ton massive body floated about 1 meter into the air. [ENGINE 1 TO 8: THRUST NOMINAL]

[ANTI-GRAVITY LEVITATION: ACTIVE]

[TAXI CLEARANCE GRANTED] "Open the outer wall of the underground hangar! Secure the runway access road!"

With orders from ground control,

The entire huge snowy mountain cliff in front of the hangar splits on both sides.

A huge 3,000-meter-long ice runway unfolded before our eyes amidst a bitter Arctic blizzard at -65 degrees Celsius. In a swirling snowstorm, the sodium guidance lights on both sides of the icy runway

They turned on all the way to the horizon, drawing a golden runway. Slay-One uses anti-gravity blades to glide across the ice runway.

It was perfectly aligned at ‘Point Zero’, the starting point of the runway. To the left and right of Slay-One, there are four tactical jet sleds each from Rudolph Squadron, which was in charge of escort flight.

A total of eight escort squadrons lined up in a V-formation, spreading their wings and waiting for the sortie signal. A red focused beam emanates from Captain Rudolph's infrared nose.

It soared high into the sky, cutting straight through the thick blizzard that blocked the way. "All systems normal. Cabin pressurization 100%. Weather conditions extreme blizzard, but no disruption to flight."

Captain Rudolph calmly checked the instrument panel and placed his hand on the throttle lever. “Commander, I request final sortie approval.” Colonel Santa took out the old silver pocket watch his mother had given him from his chest and checked the time. The hands of the clock were pointing exactly at 18:00:00. “I approve.”

There was great determination in Colonel Santa's voice. “Operation Jingle Storm is initiating. All engines at full power! Afterburners ignited! Fly up, Slay-One!” “All engines Maximum Thrust! Afterburner ON!”

Captain Rudolph pushed the eight throttle levers all the way forward. Kugwagwagwagwang-! At that moment, blinding white plasma flames spewed out like a waterfall from the eight engine nozzles. The aircraft began to race down the ice runway as if thrown forward by the enormous thrust. 100 kilometers per hour, 300 kilometers per hour, 600 kilometers per hour, 1,200 kilometers per hour! In just 4 seconds, a white circular cloud of a huge shock wave (sonic boom) broke out over the runway, exceeding the speed of sound (Mach 1). The moment the 500,000-ton massive object passes two-thirds of the way down the runway,

Bending its anti-gravity blades upward, it tore through the harsh Arctic snowstorm and soared into the sky at a nearly vertical angle of 75 degrees! The eight escort squadrons that followed took flight into the sky at once, following Captain Rudolph's red trail. Air traffic control agents on the ground and Chief Pippin cling to the runway control tower window.

They waved their hats and cheered loudly in the direction of the huge fireworks shooting up into the night sky. “God bless Santa and Rudolph! Merry Christmas!”

Altitudes of 5,000 meters, 10,000 meters, 20,000 meters! Slay-One broke through the troposphere of thick dark clouds and snowstorms in just 30 seconds.

It soared into the quiet space of the stratosphere at an altitude of 25,000 meters. It was a breathtaking space ocean, completely different from the harsh snowstorms on earth. Overhead, in pitch-black darkness, billions of cold, sparkling stars, like diamonds, were spread out as if pouring down.

Below the aircraft, there is a huge curtain of aurora waving in fluorescent green and purple colors.

It was undulating endlessly, like a silk scarf wrapped around the earth by God. [ALTITUDE: 85,000 FT]

[AIRSPEED: MACH 5.2 AND ACCELERATING]

[CRUISE VELOCITY: MACH 7.0 LOCKED] “Entry into stratospheric stable orbit completed.”

Captain Rudolph took a deep breath as he leveled the control stick. The dynamic LED synchro panels on both wings of the aircraft received the light of the aurora and resonated brilliantly in emerald color. The eight escort personnel were maintaining perfect formation flight without any disruption on either side of Slay-One's wings. Colonel Santa slightly raised his visor goggles and smiled slightly as he looked at the majestic Aurora outside the window. “It’s beautiful. It’s a sight I see every year, but it’s a sky that fills my heart every time I see it.”

“Yes, Commander. It is a truly dazzling night.”

Captain Rudolph also responded by switching the infrared beacon output on the bridge of his nose to cruise mode. However, the time to be absorbed in sentiment did not last long. The countdown timer on the tactical monitor in front of the cockpit began flashing bright red numbers. [TIME TO FIRST DROP ZONE: 00:42:15]

[TARGET AREA: EAST ASIA - SEOUL METROPOLITAN SECTOR] Only 42 minutes remain to the Seoul metropolitan sector, the first gift drop target point. In front of the nose cone of Slay-One, which splits the night sky at 8,500 kilometers per hour.

The great darkness of the East Asian continent, shining brightly as if jewel dust was sprinkled in that darkness.

The artificial lights of megacities slowly began to appear over the horizon. “All members, don’t relax.”

Colonel Santa's voice rang solemnly over the network again. "We are about to enter the enemy's 'sleep-disturbing radar' detection zone. Prepare for your first aerial dance evasive maneuver. Tonight, we will have the hottest and most cheerful dance in the sky!" “Red Nose Squadron, everyone on battle rhythm standby!”

Captain Rudolph tightened his grip on the control stick and glared fiercely at the night view of the city ahead. The miraculous supersonic sled left the snow-covered North Pole,

Finally, towards the splendid night sky of the city where hundreds of millions of people's dreams are sleeping.

It was beginning to descend without hesitation.