Inside the bridge of the Aronax, the main console suddenly blares with a sharp, high-priority distress signal. A blinking red icon appears on the radar, showing a small vessel rapidly losing altitude and taking on water.

"Mom, Dad, look at this!" Ant points eagerly at the screen. "That sub is tiny—maybe a quarter the size of the Aronax—but the energy signature is incredibly advanced. The tech is amazing!"

Kaiko pushes past him, her fingers flying across the controls to lock onto the coordinate coordinates. "It’s flooding fast, Ant. The hull integrity is dropping by the second. Whoever is in there is running out of time."

Will steps up to the comms station, gripping the radio mic. "Unidentified vessel, this is Will Nekton of the Aronax. We have you on our radar and are moving in for emergency extraction. Do you copy? State your status."

On your console inside your flooding mini-sub, Will's voice crackles over the radio speakers. Red emergency lights strobe against the walls as water sloshes past your knees. Hunter, your ocelot, whines softly beside you, her custom rebreather mask secure, while your own mask is still nowhere to be found.

The Aronax is closing the distance, waiting for a response.