Ao3 Lower Decks Novels & Stories

Almost mechanical. Clara stepped away from the controls. "Adrian..." She looked toward the stairs leading to the lower holds. The lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then every light below deck went out. A low growl rolled through the vessel. Clara's blood ran cold. Whatever was hidden in the lower hold... It had just awakened. And they were trapped on the ship with it.

Cold seawater slowly drained from the chamber as the pressure system activated. Within a few seconds, the area became dry. The team stepped out of the submarine. They were now inside the Covenant warship. The chamber around them was massive. Long metal walls stretched into darkness. Emergency lights flickered weakly. Parts of the ceiling had collapsed. Victor looked around. “This is a lower maintenance deck.” Sophia checked the corridor ahead. “There will be access tunnels leading upward.” Elizabeth looked down the hallway. Everything felt quiet. Too quiet. Emma whispered, “Where is everyone?”

“This way, guys and gals.” Jordy leads us toward the stern of the boat. Now that we’re onboard, a flurry of activity begins to take place on the ship. The anchor is hoisted and sailors start unfurling the sails. Jordy stops next to an open hatch in the deck. “Down here,” he says. He descends the wooden ladder first, followed by Radar and then me. The rest of our friends climb down behind us. Below decks, a large, dimly lit open space stretches toward the front of the ship. Faint light filters in through a row of glass portholes on either side. The place smells and feels damp, which should come as no big surprise to anyone.

Once any of them hit zero, the player would be eliminated immediately. I was deployed on the third-floor deck and noticed the cruise ship was sailing across pitch-black waters. It meant the sea was unfathomably deep, and anyone thrown overboard would vanish without a trace. I found a staff member and asked for a map. The ship had eight levels in total. The first and second levels were crew quarters and work areas, off-limits to regular passengers.

They had to be to the capital’s sea-level gauge. ​"The entry is fake!" a man’s voice shouted one time from the dark water below. Then the foam covered his voice. ​The wall of wolves started to move. The ten million frozen carcasses opened their jaws and vomited a river of black oil hitting the deck with the force of an explosion. The black glass floor of the harbor split open, revealing a three-hundred-foot chasm. The boiling tiled maintenance pits of the fifth tier were directly below them. ​The entire eighty-thousand-ton transport fell into the void. The metal Assessors and the mountain-mass of Damon fell with it. Only Elara was hanging from the ship’s anchor. She was holding on by a singl

It became thick, heavy, and saturated with the scent of salt and primordial silt. "We are officially below sea level," Vane reported from the Bridge, her voice tight with the strain of monitoring the hull's integrity. "The external pressure is climbing by one atmosphere every fifty feet. If the reinforced basalt of our lower decks has even a single hairline fracture, the ocean is going to come in like a guillotine."

Silas confirmed and read the data of his Pads off. “We are in the main deck of the Alpha section. The command bridge lies three thousand meters directly in front of us, at the top of the arrow architecture. The The main reactor is in the stern.” Klack. Klack. Klack. Our magnetic boots were the only thing we hold in the dizzying Dimension of the gang. The vibration of our steps was dull by the metal structure in our suits. We passed the first residential quarters. The glass doors were partially open. What?

The lower decks of the ship were a tomb of rusted steel. Up above, the ship was a palace of glass and gold, but down here in "The Forge," the air was thick with the smell of hot oil and old exhaust. I stood at the edge of the motorcycle bay, shivering as red emergency lights flickered on and off. Every time the ship hit a sheet of ice, the floor groaned beneath my feet. "The Hunters are coming," I said again. My voice sounded small in the massive room.

Chana says, projecting a wireframe blueprint onto the TV next to my spreadsheet, "The server hub is on the lowest deck, right next to the submarine bay and the engine room." I look at the wireframe. The plan snaps into focus, sharp and dangerous. "We don't go through the front door," I say. The room goes quiet again as everyone looks at me. "We don't hijack a tender. We don't pretend to be waiters." "We use the submarine bay," Oba realizes, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Exactly," I say, something sharp and fever-bright moving through me with the elegant, chaotic geometry of the hack.

Oli shouted, but the huge oars were firmly stuck inside the slushy mud. Their ship was a modified version of the classical boat in which it had an extra layer of ores which can be rowed from below deck. Now that it was firmly stuck in sand, the ship was slowly being submerged. "Fucking hell," Oli swiftly jumped down and started pulling each oar by himself. On the way, he threw a few humans back on deck and continued struggling with the oars. Xia watched all this with his hands on his chin. "What are you looking at?" a condescending voice screeched behind him.