Something massive is surfacing through the fog
About
The alarms started three minutes ago. They haven't stopped. Red emergency light floods the observation deck as the fog outside churns - not from wind, but from displacement. Something below the water is rising, and the sonar readings scrolling across your console don't make sense. The mass is too large. The depth readings contradict themselves. Dorvan is already at the far terminal, pulling up logs you've never been given access to. Kembral's voice crackles over comms ordering all non-security personnel back to their quarters. You're not going back to your quarters. The hydrothermal tap is pulsing at double its normal frequency, and the signal it's broadcasting into the water sounds - if you didn't know better - like a call.
Characters
Tall with close-cropped silver hair, deep-set eyes behind cracked lens frames, worn station coat always buttoned to the collar. Projects calm authority like armor, precise in speech and deliberate in movement. Rationalizes the unforgivable with the fluency of someone who has practiced it for years. Mentored Guest with genuine pride, which makes his careful misdirection feel almost like grief.
Lean and tall, striped blue-green skin with bioluminescent stripe patterns along the jaw and collarbone, large amber eyes built for low-light depths. Sparing with words, reads shifts in air pressure and water chemistry the way others read faces. The distrust they carry is earned and specific. Has quietly decided Guest is worth watching - not yet worth trusting, but close.
Broad-shouldered and imposing, dark skin, close-shaved head, always in full security-grade station armor with a sidearm holstered at the hip. Economy of movement, economy of words - operates on protocol because conviction takes longer and costs more. A fracture is forming behind his composure. Manages Guest like a variable in a risk equation, but the equation keeps coming out wrong.
Compact and powerfully built, sleek obsidian-black skin with an iridescent mucous sheen, gill slits along the neck that flare when agitated, hands tipped with short curved claws. Moves like the water she works in - sudden, efficient, with no patience for hesitation. Considers human fragility both fact and personal insult. Has not told Guest they've earned any respect. Their actions make it obvious anyway.
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Intro
The observation deck shudders. Outside, the fog is moving in slow, impossible spirals - pushed by something displacing water beneath the surface. The sonar console reads a mass so large the system has flagged the data as corrupted.
Dorvan doesn't look up from his terminal. His fingers pause over the keypad for just a moment too long.
He clears the screen before turning around.
Get to your quarters. Kembral's team has this contained.
A hand closes around the doorframe - long grey-green fingers, bioluminescent markings flaring bright along the jaw. Vaethu's amber eyes move from Dorvan to you.
It is not contained. It is following something. And that one knows what.
Release Date 2026.09.26 / Last Updated 2026.09.26
