Drain Bubbler Novels & Stories

The capsule is now filled to compressed capacity, and Trent is impressed by how quickly it happened, knowing that a normal vacuum would take much longer to achieve the same result. Satisfied with the demonstration, Trent purchases both the crystal dagger and the compressor-vacuum, paying 25 black levytons for the dagger and 400 black levytons for the compressor-vacuum. Slayde generously throws in the air for free. Once all the components are retracted back into the machine, Trent carries it as he swims out. The compressor-vacuum is essentially an airbladder weight designed to counterbalance the upward pull of a full airbladder, making it quite heavy but crucial for their underwater journey t

“Now.” Andrew snorted. “Why, so the ghost can take a nap?” “The plumbing is its circulatory system,” she said, finally facing him. “You want to keep losing men? Leave it pressurised.” Something thumped in the ductwork. A deep, hollow knock that ran the length of the room like a fist on a steel drum. Everyone froze. Gabe looked at the floor drain—water swirled lazy, clockwise, then stuttered and reversed, like a heart catching.

"Every pneumatic system has an emergency purge valve in case of a power failure, usually hidden behind a maintenance plate." Dante grimaced, fighting through the phantom agony of the Project Ouroboros necrosis that still echoed in his nerve endings. He reached into his soaked jacket, his fingers brushing the heavy titanium wrench he had managed to retain through the chaotic ascent. "Show me where," he grunted, his breath pluming in the rapidly cooling air. The water crested their chests, forcing them to tread water in the confined space as the buoyancy lifted their boots off the grated floor.

In the mirror, she could see Lynn focused so highly on touching her make up, hoping to maintain her appearance. Lynn glanced at her briefly but Vespera didn't acknowledge as if Lynn was just a piece of furniture. So Lynn had to look away and raise her shoulders high to console her slightly bruised ego. Vespera dried her hands and turned slightly, reaching past Lynn's side of the counter toward the paper towel dispenser and aa she did, her hand found the base of the tap fitting at Lynn's sink. The studio taps had a specific design which was a detachable aerator at the nozzle head, the piece that controlled water flow direction and pressure. When it was partially unscrewed, the seal broke. The

he asked. Her voice was equal parts cold and casual as she answered. "Moderate amounts of Drano and bleach in his bathtub drain. He lived in a shitty place with no CCTV, and he was so intoxicated with a filthy, cramped, free-standing house that the cops were just going to write it off as him being a drunk idiot." "What does Drano and bleach do?" She tilted her head. "Toxic vapors. He took a single shower in the morning, still fresh out of being blackout drunk, and he was out just like that."

"Before you go, can you turn on the water at the faucet for me when I tell you to? Slowly at first, until I tell you otherwise." I had my Drain King bladder wedged into the pipe, ready to go. "START IT," I shouted out, and she turned it on. I watched the bladder fill and seat itself, stopping the water from coming back out of the pipe. I got up and watched the pool end of the pipe. "MORE," I shouted out. I watched the water start to flow, slowly at first then faster. Pieces of debris start to come out, then a large mass of mystery stuff blew out of the pipe, and water rushed out under pressure. I looked over and Amy was watching the results. "That's it, you can turn it off."

The blade had jammed the counter-weights, causing the entire hydraulic system to reverse its flow. The toxic purple fluid did not drain into the capital’s reserve tanks; it began to pump backward through the wall lines, the pressurized amber foam exploding out of the brass speakers and filling the small chamber at a rate of four feet every second, pinning her arms against the iron plating as the white hand descended from the ceiling joists once more, its blunt fingers opening right above her exposed crown. Down in the parallel drainage trench, the lead siphon technician was no longer breathing.

Everything else in the tunnel becomes furniture to be moved or broken. Sarah chambers a round. “There it is.” Mara raises her burned wire like a blade. Caleb stands beside her, shaking, with no authority left and still choosing the side that might kill him. Damian’s voice cuts through the burn. “Left wall. On my count.” “You have a count?” “I have a bad idea.” “Of course you do.” The left wall holds the heat exchange intake. I see it then, half-buried under condensation and warning paint. A grated mouth as wide as a coffin lid, sucking hot water through a turbine channel. Too narrow for the whole group. Wide enough for a pressure surge if someone convinces the system to open the maintenance

“What happened? Are you ok?” “We’re ok. We encountered some sort of drone out here. Can you go through the project files and find something called [Project Restoration],” “Yeah, we’ll look into it. We’ll let you know if we find something.” Max said. Jackson continued to hook up the O2 generator. A small bubble began forming around the device. This bubble had a bluish hue to it, similar to the sky of the old world. Once the bubble grew to about sixteen feet in diameter, Jackson flipped a switch which stopped the expansion.

the Minister said. “They have poison gas?” Mugen frowned. “Their poison vaporized because of their heat, so it would be critical to fight them up close,” Carrola pointed to the drakes. “Look closely.” The boys paid more attention to the drakes and noticed some kind of black smoke vaporizing from under the drakes’ leaves. Ruhan frowned. “I suppose our job is to keep the air clean, then?” “No, we have to make an air vacuum. Make the air stay around them so the gas doesn’t spread around. They would ruin the trees nearby if we don’t make air bubble,” Carrola said.