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Chapter 12: The Breathing Deep
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The Nautilus-7 was dying. Inside the cabin, the sound was no longer a groan; it was a rhythmic, metallic screaming. They had passed the Test Depth (the maximum depth a sub is designed to operate safely) and were screaming toward Crush-Depth. Crush-Depth is the mathematical finish line of a submarine's life. It is the point where the billions of tons of water overhead become heavier than the titanium hull can resist. When a sub reaches crush-depth, it doesn't leak; it implodes. In less than a millisecond, the air inside is compressed so violently it reaches the temperature of the sun, and the crew is turned to dust before their nerves can even register pain. "Hull integrity at 14%!" Jun shrieked, his hands hovering over a console that was literally sparking as it deformed. "The Reaper is still pulling! Thorne is willing to kill himself just to drag us into the abyss!" "He’s not killing himself," Elara gasped, her lungs burning. "His hull is reinforced with Ametrine-Steel (a fiction
The Last Station Standing Chapter 12: The Breathing Deep
The darkness inside the Nautilus-7 was absolute. After the EMP (Electromagnetic Pulse—a sudden burst of energy that knocks out all electronic devices) had neutralized the mine, it had also stripped the sub of its lifeblood. The screens were black, the hum of the engines was gone, and the heaters had died. "Nobody move," Elara whispered. Her voice sounded thin in the cramped cabin. "We need to conserve oxygen." In the silence, the sounds of the deep ocean became amplified. They heard the Hull Creak (the groaning sound of the submarine’s metal shell as the immense pressure of the water outside tries to crush it). At this depth, the ocean was pressing against every square inch of the sub with the weight of a skyscraper. "Kazimir, the lights," Elara commanded. A sharp snap followed by a hiss signaled the activation of a Chemlight (a plastic tube containing chemicals that, when mixed by cracking the tube, produce a temporary glow without using electricity). A ghostly green light filled
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The Nautilus-7 groaned, a low-frequency vibration that rattled the fillings in Elara’s teeth. Outside the viewport, the blinding floodlights of the Reaper—Thorne’s tactical attack submersible, a massive vessel designed for deep-sea combat and "sanitization" missions—cut through the dark water like twin blades. "They’re gaining," Jun whispered, his eyes glued to the Passive Sonar (a detection system that listens for sounds without emitting pings, making the listener harder to find). "The Reaper has a dual-propulsion drive. We’re a transport sub; we’re built for safety, not speed." "Speed won't save us," Elara said, her hands steady on the Hydro-Yoke (the flight-stick used to control a submarine's pitch and roll). "We need to get into the Hadal Zone (the deepest region of the ocean, typically within trenches below 6,000 meters)." "Elara, if we go that deep, we might not come back up," Mina warned. She was huddled in the back of the small cabin, her eyes darting between the hull and t
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The centrifuge deck (the high-speed rotating floor used for gravity experiments) was humming with a frequency that made Elara’s teeth ache. Above them, the heavy thrum-thrum-thrum of the Reaper submersible’s docking clamps felt like the heartbeat of a predator. "Dr. Vane," Elara said, her voice amplified by the chamber's acoustics. She held the Aether-Bloom cylinder high, her thumb hovering over a small red toggle. "I know you want this. But if you step one foot closer, I’ll trigger the Thermal Overload (a deliberate overheating of a device's battery to destroy its internal components). The data will be vaporized, and you’ll have nothing to show Thorne but a piece of melted plastic." Vane stopped, his magnetic boots clanking as he halted his advance. His eyes darted to the cylinder. "You’re bluffing, Vance. That research is your life. You wouldn’t kill it." "I’d rather it die than be owned by a man who uses the ocean as a graveyard," Elara countered. On the massive wall screen, Th
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