Ryley Robinson Subnautica Novels & Stories

“I think Jake has the Snuba ready for you and Amelie.” “Thanks, Dutton,” Nathan replied. Nathan lifted me up and carried me to the back stairs that led into the water. Jake was at the bottom of the stairs waiting for us. We made our way down, and Jake gave us a rundown on how to use it and the safety precautions. It seemed pretty straightforward. We got our equipment on and were on our way. We spent the next hour and a half exploring the crater. It was amazing. I took a ton of pictures of the colorful fish. We even saw a manta ray and an octopus. If I could squeal underwater, I would have.

They were painted matte black, completely invisible to standard sonar, gliding through the abyss like silent, mechanical sharks. Inside the lead submersible, the only light came from the glowing red tactical monitors. Julian Thorne stood in the cramped, pressurized cabin, clad in a sleek, reinforced environmental combat suit. His face was a mask of chiseled stone, his ice-blue eyes reflecting the sonar sweep on the screen. He was not a billionaire CEO right now. He was a husband who had been pushed past the absolute limit of human sanity. Target acquired, Marcus said, his voice a low rumble over the internal comms. The Genesis Server is holding position over the Mid-Atlantic Ridge. They are

Plus, Cass and I have plans to make. It will involve Robyn returning to the exiles with instructions well before the Council arrives. With a final little bark, I nod for Robyn to go first. She’s brave, with a running leap her small brown wolf flies into the foaming water and vanishes. I follow straight after, the water blindingly cold. Muscles seize, my lungs halt, but I’m kicking and pushing as hard as I can, hurtling downstream. It’s pure luck as I find myself upside down, shoulder smashing into a black boulder, inhaling a lungful of water in the confusion. Suddenly, my paws find edges, mossy grass, it’s land. Dragging us upwards, my wolf is choking, hacking up water.

Jackson ordered. But as they turned, a massive Sentinel smashed the docking bridge. The path to the submarine was cut off. They were trapped in the underwater city, surrounded by gods and monsters. "Alex," Jackson looked around frantically. "Is there another way out?" "There is an energy exhaust port," Alex pointed to a tower in the distance. "But we have to fight through an army of stone robots to get there!" "Then we fight," Jackson reloaded. "For Aurora."

I wasn’t sure if Luna had informed him of the decision this late at night. Seeing my silence, Kelvin let out a low, mocking laugh, his gaze dripping with contempt. His wolf mirrored the same smugness, as though no one but him could ever be my mate. He turned to Amanda and said, with exaggerated sarcasm, “You’re mistaken, my Luna. There is one more option—a rogue wolf. You remember him, don’t you? The one exiled from our pack three years ago. Oh right... I nearly forgot I even had a younger brother.”

Out in international waters, the ocean churned under a gray, stormy sky. Inside the sleek, steel tactical bay of the De Luca command ship, the air smelled of ozone, gun oil, and salt. Kany stood near a weapon rack, recalibrating the pressure valves on high-grade underwater rebreathers. Nearby, Vito and the twins, Vin and Bin, were running final diagnostics on the automated submarine’s breach protocol. Victoria stood at the central holographic table, her eyes locked on the ocean floor mapping. A sharp buzz echoed from Kany’s tactical belt.

Brody flipped to the back of the file. "The hull deformation on that submersible is severe. She's got less than 24 hours of oxygen left. A 23-year-old girl is trapped inside there." My fingers stopped on the dial. My son, Robb Lattimer, had also been 23 the year he died. "Maren, you're the only person in this entire region who can pull off a docking rescue at that depth." Brody leaned in and lowered his voice. "If you don't go, she's dead."

"Sierra! Over here! The survival raft is open!" I began to swim toward him my arm pulling Leo tight against my neck as my numb left leg trailed behind me in the freezing current.. As I took my second stroke through the oily water a sudden massive shadow materialized directly beneath my feet. The matte-black Chronos prototype drone hadn't sunk. It was hovering still just two inches below the surface of the translucent green waves its circular camera lens spinning slowly in the dark water as its pale white light locked directly onto the floating green blanket around my son’s chest.

Gavin hit it with both palms and it blew open into the roaring dark and then we were out, all four of us spilling onto the open platform into a storm that had no interest in accommodating anyone. Rain hit horizontally. The helipad was tilting, two degrees at least, the rig's compromised legs surrendering incrementally to the ocean. The waves below were enormous and the submersible was already unreachable in this water. "We need extraction," Sloane said into her earpiece. "We need it now." The searchlight hit us before she finished the sentence.

Renaud rolled me onto my side, one gloved hand at the back of my neck, the other pressing hard between my shoulders as if he could force life back in by insult. “Breathe.” I coughed river water onto his coat. He made a sound that might have been fury or gratitude. With him, those had grown dangerously similar. “Sabine,” I choked out. Gabriel had already moved. Of course he had. He cut right along the fracture edge with Marc on the rope, scanning the black gaps between floating plates of ice. “There!” Sabine’s hand broke the surface near the retaining stones downstream. Only her hand at first, pale and frantic against the dark. Then her head, hair loose now, mouth opening to air that kept arr