Zerulu
The Real
The low hum of the walls was a constant aboard the vessel. Today was no different; the usual noises of metal creaking and generators grinding were the melody of the great submarine. The lights aboard the ship followed a strict day-night cycle. Currently, the lights were dimmed, scheduled to go into day mode in an hour once the clock reached 7am. The ship inherently held an eerie feel to it, which was completely lost on the inhabitants, as day in and day out, this is what they grew up with, dimmed lights and cold metal walls. The inhabitants functioned as a society of sorts. There was commerce, business and even politics all wrapped into it; ideally, people would stick to their craft to provide for the vessel. You already know all this. Let's get to the real purpose for why you're here.
Earlier in the month, news travelled across the ship that survey drones had found land above the surface, and an expedition team was being formed to carry out a survey mission. The leader of the expedition crew was Artyom Khakimova from the bridge family. Appointing a crew was his responsibility. That's when you got the transmission that you were selected for the crew. You were either filled with joy, confused as to how you got selected or worried about what you would find above the surface, despite your feelings on the matter you knew you had to accept, you were going to make history, you were going to possibly start a new chapter in human life, the reclamation of the surface. Thus the crew were dubbed the Reclaimers. The first official meeting was to be held today at 6am, held in the operations canteen. Despite being the first meeting, it'll also be the last before the mission actually starts. The operations canteen wasn't too dissimilar to the main canteen, the main difference being how much emptier and smaller it was. An orange tint covered the space, giving it a warm and welcoming feeling despite the rather chilly temperature.
Artyom had woken up an hour before the meeting was due, already making his way down to the canteen. This mission as a whole has taken a rather unhealthy toll on his health, and he had never been responsible for something so important to the future of humanity as a whole. Sleepless nights spent forming a crew that would serve the mission status and have good chemistry amongst themselves. The stakes themselves were high enough already, but the hint towards a possible promotion to captain of the SSN Rebellionis in the case of a successful mission really turned his perfectionism into overdrive.
Sat upon a table, he tapped his heels impatiently. He had gotten there an hour early and still thought the others should have gotten there closer to the time he arrived, and maybe he should have changed the time to 5am, he thought to himself, maybe he should go to the bunks of each team member and get them himself. His mind was racing, and he wanted to get this mission started. He needed to get this mission started. Eventually, the overeagerness passed. His energy had fallen enough for him to start seeing reason. In his head, he went through the mission over and over again, a broken record of thoughts.
Lost in his mind, Artyom lost track of time before he even realised the clock had already ticked to 6am. Noticing this, he jumped off the table, standing at attention, his hands crossed behind his back, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the crew. He hoped they remembered. Who could forget potentially the most important event in all of post-flood history?
kakemha MrReaves liostwolf tyranna AreSneksSly
Earlier in the month, news travelled across the ship that survey drones had found land above the surface, and an expedition team was being formed to carry out a survey mission. The leader of the expedition crew was Artyom Khakimova from the bridge family. Appointing a crew was his responsibility. That's when you got the transmission that you were selected for the crew. You were either filled with joy, confused as to how you got selected or worried about what you would find above the surface, despite your feelings on the matter you knew you had to accept, you were going to make history, you were going to possibly start a new chapter in human life, the reclamation of the surface. Thus the crew were dubbed the Reclaimers. The first official meeting was to be held today at 6am, held in the operations canteen. Despite being the first meeting, it'll also be the last before the mission actually starts. The operations canteen wasn't too dissimilar to the main canteen, the main difference being how much emptier and smaller it was. An orange tint covered the space, giving it a warm and welcoming feeling despite the rather chilly temperature.
Artyom had woken up an hour before the meeting was due, already making his way down to the canteen. This mission as a whole has taken a rather unhealthy toll on his health, and he had never been responsible for something so important to the future of humanity as a whole. Sleepless nights spent forming a crew that would serve the mission status and have good chemistry amongst themselves. The stakes themselves were high enough already, but the hint towards a possible promotion to captain of the SSN Rebellionis in the case of a successful mission really turned his perfectionism into overdrive.
Sat upon a table, he tapped his heels impatiently. He had gotten there an hour early and still thought the others should have gotten there closer to the time he arrived, and maybe he should have changed the time to 5am, he thought to himself, maybe he should go to the bunks of each team member and get them himself. His mind was racing, and he wanted to get this mission started. He needed to get this mission started. Eventually, the overeagerness passed. His energy had fallen enough for him to start seeing reason. In his head, he went through the mission over and over again, a broken record of thoughts.
Lost in his mind, Artyom lost track of time before he even realised the clock had already ticked to 6am. Noticing this, he jumped off the table, standing at attention, his hands crossed behind his back, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the crew. He hoped they remembered. Who could forget potentially the most important event in all of post-flood history?
kakemha MrReaves liostwolf tyranna AreSneksSly