The Silver Pact
The stealth ironclad groaned as it pushed out of the narrow rock tunnel, emerging into the vast, open abyss of the Bleeding Sea.
The water here was dark, cold, and thick with ancient ocean currents. Above us, through hundred feet of thrashing sea, the massive, dark bellies of the Capital’s ironclad armada hovered like sunken leviathans, their searchlights casting pale, ghostly beams down into the deep blue gloom.
Suddenly, the ship’s primary sonar screen flashed a violent, pulsing red.
Warning.unidentify biomass approaching from sector four.
"Is it a Capital sub dreadnought?" Gideon growled, his hand instantly dropping to his heavy blade.