Everyone stood in the open space of the base, faces tense, whispering to each other, their voices filled with anxiety and unease. "How powerful is this superstorm? Will it blow our entire base over?" a burly man asked, his brow furrowed, his voice deep and heavy. An elderly man nearby chimed in worriedly, "It's hard to say. Judging by the way the sky is changing color, it's probably unprecedented. There might be lightning strikes so strong it could incinerate everything." He shook his head as he spoke. "And then there's the strong winds. If they start to blow, I wonder how much they could sweep away." A young woman's voice trembled, her hands clutching the hem of her clothes. "I heard superstorms could also bring torrential rain. If a flood comes in, we'll have nowhere to escape." Another person's face was pale, her eyes filled with fear. "Maybe it could even trigger an earthquake. That would be a real disaster," someone raised their voice, tears etched in their voice. Everyone chattered, imagining all the dire consequences. Some grew increasingly frightened as they spoke, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads; others clasped their hands together, silently praying that the disaster wouldn't be too severe. "Perhaps the power system will fail, plunging us into complete darkness," a bespectacled technician adjusted his glasses, his expression grim. "Communications might also be disrupted, leaving us cut off from the outside world and helpless," another added. Amidst this chaotic speculation, fear grew like wild weeds in everyone's hearts, weighing heavy on their hearts, as if a huge rock were pressing down, suffocating them.

"Will this thunderstorm destroy the entire base?" The moment these words, laced with deep fear, uttered them, they were like a boulder dropped into a tranquil lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves. The flicker of hope that had lingered in the people's eyes was extinguished by these words, replaced by endless despair. Faces twisted in utter panic. Some trembled, unable to utter a single word; others clutched their heads in their hands, rocking their bodies as if this would ward off the impending disaster. Despair spread through the crowd like a plague, spreading at an alarming rate. Those who had previously maintained composure, swayed by the atmosphere, gradually lost their composure. A mother hugged her child tightly, tears streaming down her face as she murmured, "Child, what should we do?" The child, overcome by her mother's emotions, burst into tears. A strong man, once a pillar of support, now slumped to the ground, his eyes fixed on the sky, his voice vacant as he repeated, "It's over, everything is over." His voice was filled with helplessness and despair, filling those around him with a sense of despair. Elderly people supported each other, their eyes filled with resignation to fate and fear of the unknown. Young people waved their fists in anger, unsure of where to vent their rage and despair. Couples embraced each other, as if this was their last warmth before the end of the world. The entire base seemed to have sunk into an abyss of despair, the cries and shouts of the people blending into a tragic melody. The once mysterious and terrifying purple sky now seemed to everyone like a death sentence.

The moment the base's leaders realized the impending superstorm, they quickly demonstrated decisiveness and resolve. Their eyes were free of any hesitation or confusion, replaced by a strong sense of mission and responsibility. First, they urgently summoned all management personnel for an intense and efficient deployment meeting in a spacious and solemn conference room. The conference table was covered with maps, documents, and emergency plans. The leaders stood at the table, their expressions focused and serious. "All departments, take immediate action. Ensure every aspect is ready!" a leader declared in a resonant voice, his words brimming with strength and determination. They then divided the work into clear divisions. Some were responsible for organizing personnel to reinforce the base's protective facilities, while engineering teams were dispatched to carry out emergency repairs and reinforcement on the base's exterior walls and roof to ensure it could withstand the possible strong winds and torrential rain. Carrying heavy steel and tools, the workers worked methodically under the direction of their leaders. Sweat drenched their clothes, but their movements were unwavering. Some leaders were busy arranging supplies, centralizing and rationally distributing vital supplies like food, water, and medical supplies to ensure basic necessities for the base during the storm. In the warehouse, workers busily moved boxes of supplies, meticulously counting and recording them. Other leaders reached out to the crowd, reassuring them and encouraging unity in overcoming the crisis. Their firm and warm voices gradually calmed the panicked crowds and rekindled a glimmer of hope. Throughout the base, leaders could be seen bustling about, moving between stations, checking progress, and resolving any issues, without a moment's pause. Their actions, like silent commands, swiftly mobilized the entire base to fully prepare for the impending storm.

Across the base, reinforcement work was in full swing. Teams of workers, carrying heavy steel beams and plates, marched with resolute steps toward the base's edge. Their sweat poured down like rain, yet they didn't bother to wipe it off, racing against time to work. Welders, torches in hand, sent sparks flying as they firmly welded the beams to the base's existing structure. Each weld was accompanied by a dazzling light and a pungent odor, but their eyes were focused and resolute, ensuring every weld was a perfect solidity. Engineers worked frantically, calculating stress points and supporting structures, constantly adjusting reinforcement plans to withstand the impact of the strongest possible storms. They repeatedly reviewed blueprints, their dense markings and calculations bearing witness to their meticulous design. Meanwhile, the stockpiling of emergency supplies proceeded intensively and systematically. Inside the warehouse, workers pushed carts laden with goods back and forth.