Penguin Subnautica Novels & Stories

YOU HAVE PROVEN YOURSELVES CAPABLE PROTECTORS. > BUT THE ARCHITECT WAS A CRUEL TEACHER. IT IS TIME FOR THE MATRIARCH TO FINISH YOUR EDUCATION. > WELCOME TO THE SECOND GARDEN. THE SUBMERGED SANCTUARY The submersible didn't hit the seafloor. It was pulled into a massive, pressurized hangar hidden beneath a natural shelf of coral. As the water was pumped out, the hatch hissed open. Rage stepped out first, his gun raised, his eyes scanning the perimeter.

The vision faded, leaving Maya gasping as her lungs transitioned back to the realization that they were submerged. "We have to get out," Seven signaled urgently. She pointed toward the top of the tank. The surface of the gel was beginning to churn. A shadow fell over the tank. A massive, dark shape was descending through the water. Maya felt a surge of cold dread. Had Sterling sent a recovery team? Were they about to be harvested from the very tank that had saved them? The shape came closer, revealing the hull of a deep-sea submersible. It wasn't marked with the Sterling eagle or the Vance family crest. Instead, painted on the side in fading white letters, was a name: THE NEST.

Dylan's POV: Our spirits brightened and felt a sudden flare of joy when we heard the good news. Aria could hardly contain her happiness. Tears of joy and hope show in her eyes. "Who is it? Please tell me," Aria anxiously said to Hiro. "I've heard that the other wing is located in the Southern hemisphere about eleven meters deep and the only creatures who can guide you down there are the sea maiden," "And I assumed that you happened to know one, am I right?" I sardonically said to him.

"Nevan, there's nothing deeper than the Urals." "There is the Void," he said. "Thorne’s final fail-safe. A submarine docked in the subterranean river beneath the Hive. It’s built for the Arctic deep. We disappear under the ice, Ruby. No satellites. No signals. Just us." He didn't wait for my agreement. He swept me up into his arms, his hold tighter than it had ever been. He began to carry me toward the lower levels, his mind already locking down the doors behind us.

They looked through a few windows and watched the animals and plants in the tank. "This is pretty cool." Adrian said as they went down the walkway. "Yeah." "And here we have the penguin exhibit. There are several artificial rock islands in the exhibit. The Rock islands are stimulations of their natural habitat. We have African penguins, and southern rockhopper penguins." Troy said. "Here we have the popular Freshwater Gallery which focuses on freshwater habitats in South America compared to New England river systems. This gallery features Piranha, anacondas, electric eels, and Atlantic salmon."

Reading from the informational pamphlet which I opened along with the map, I told Annie, “They have three different kinds of penguins, plus sharks and sea turtles along with exotic lion fish and sea dragons. What do you want to see first?” “Penguins!” Annie exclaimed without any hesitation. I smiled, took her hand again and once I located the penguin habitat on the map, led her in that direction. The penguins were adorable and we stayed with them for nearly half an hour. It turned out that our timing for visiting the habitat was good, as it was also nearly time for the penguin feeding I had booked tickets for. Soon we were shuffling along with all the other ticket holders to metal bleachers

He now realised that she would never change, and just like Ethan McCloud, he was another stepping stone she was no longer in need of. Sebastien went to the wardrobe in the hotel room and began to pack his things. "Where are you going?" She asked him, and he did not respond. He focused on the task and ensured he packed all his stuff. Once he was one, he looked at her and smiled. 'I hope you enjoy your time as Luna of Whitewood because I doubt it will be pleasant or last. I have been assigned to take over Ceenas as its new Alpha. Goodbye, Cynthia and please do not contact or call me when shit blows up in your face. I am not only ending this; I am moving on.

Antarctica. Below Outpost Zero. The Sub-Glacial Lake. Depth: 4,200 Meters. "Jack, take your hand off the firing console!" Sebastian’s voice cracked like a whip in the cramped cabin of the submarine, cutting through the blaring red alarms. He lunged forward, gripping Jack’s wrist with surprising strength. "Are you insane?!" Jack yelled, his eyes wide with terror as he stared out the viewport. The massive, glowing purple eye took up their entire field of vision. "That thing is bigger than our entire base! If we don't shoot, it's going to swallow us whole!"

Being here felt easy in a way most things in my life didn't lately, it was easy to lose myself in it. Just a simple afternoon at an aquarium with two children who were slowly learning to be friends. We found the penguin exhibit next and Luna practically vibrated with excitement. A keeper was doing a feeding demonstration and both girls pressed as close to the railing as they could get, watching the sleek black and white bodies dive and surface with fish in their beaks. "They mate for life," Luna declared. "And the daddies take care of the eggs while the mommies go find food." Sophie nodded thoughtfully. "That's good teamwork."

Immediately, she lifted Sib up and covered her breast. "I mean... I mean..." He was perturbed for the words...People looked at Clara...She sat on her chair as if nothing had happened. "What do you mean?" Client Ibrahim intervened... "Suddenly, I lost memory. Sorry... We will work day and night. We will complete six subsea cables and pipelines within the target according to the project standard. Tomorrow's weather is expected to be ok. If so, after inspection, we can run DP trial. The survey equipment is ready for operations. We have inspected the remote operated vehicle. It is working. (Images of seabed are captured by ROV working with robotic technology. The client inspector can inspect th