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Project Ocean Blue Chapters I & II (moved)
« on: April 24, 2007, 03:15:42 AM »
Hi Furry-Forums, This is the first chapter of a story I've been working on for almost 4 months now.  I'll post it chapter by chapter here on the forums and please give your imput.
The story is set in a future earth where human scientists have created... well have a look:


PROJECT: OCEAN BLUE

Prologue: Genesis

 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “We hold life to be sacred, but is it so fragile that it can withstand no tampering?”
Chairman Yang, Sid Myers Alpha Centauri

November 28th, 2035

 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  Life is a marvelous gift, but this gift can in theory.  Be turned into a terrible weapon.  This is the tale of just such an atrocity against life.

 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  I awoke in a strange blue-green world, floating in a fluid of unknown consistency.  Where am I?  Was the first thought, but it was quickly followed by an even greater question.  Who am I?
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  I could hear voices beyond my liquid prison.

 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “Look at those vital signs”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “They look strong, not like the others”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “Cross your fingers gents, this one could be it”

 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  I reached forward, and my hand came into view.  Blue on top, white underneath.  Two didgets and an opposable thumb.  A voice sounded in the back of my mind.  This isn’t right, skin shouldn’t be blue, life shouldn’t start in a test tube, this is unnatural.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  More voices.

 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “Oh no!”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “What is it?”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “Its mind is racing!”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “Sedative, quickly, we can’t loose this one!”

 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  Those voices, their outside this glass prison.  WHERE I MUST BE!
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  I raised my hand, and clenched it into a fist.  I wound up and there, floating in the viscus liquid, let fly a punch at the walls of my glass world.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  The glass exploded into a palisade of cracks, and then burst out in long, crystalline shards.  Globs of the fluid streamed over the floor and I emerged.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  There were crys of surprise and shouts of horror as I crunched over broken glass and stood in the center of the sterile white room.  A man stepped forward hesitantly.  Pink skinned, scrawny, wearing a long, white coat and holding a clip board.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “What is this place, where am I” I demanded in my most menacing voice.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “Calm down sir, all your questions will be answered in time.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “But why am I here?  What is my purpose”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “To serve your masters.” came another voice.  It was then that I heard a loud “phttt” sound, and felt a stinging pain in my side.  The world faded to black.



Chapter I: Experimentation

 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  ”What is genesis?  Put simply, it is life from lifelessness.”
Dr. Carol Marcus, Startrek II: The Wrath of Kahn

Antarctic Ocean
December 4th, 2041, 0800 hours
Course: due south

 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  General  Charels Marchank sat in the passenger cabin of the UH-17 Sea Hawk hurtleing south towards the US Navy’s most secure facility.  The island of Kurgulen just off the coast of Antarctica.  Well technically, the base was not on the island.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  The Posiedon facility was a magnificent piece of engineering, the first true self sufficient, submerged structure built by man kind.  It was the Navy equivalent to the airforce's Area 51, housing experimental submarines and probably the most controversial project in the history of the US armed forces, that is, it would be controversial if anyone knew about it.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  The UH-17 landed on a helicopter platform that looked as though it had simply sprouted from the sea.  The UH-17 was a strange machine, it had the body of a large attack helicopter, attached to either side were stubby wings and at the ends of these were engine pods powering small rotors.  The engine pods could rotate giving the vehicle incredible mobility, and making it ideal for landing in such demanding conditions.  Marchank exited the vehicle, and was greeted by a lieutenant and two armed guards.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “Hello sir, welcome to the butt end of the planet!” the lieutenant shouted above the roar of rotors and the howling of wind.  “Have a safe flight?”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “Bumpy as always Brodey.” Said Marchank unconcernedly.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “I assume you haven’t stopped in for hot chocolate then sir.” Said Lieutenant Nathan Brodey.  “Follow me.”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  Marchank followed into an elevator at the edge of the helicopter pad.  He stepped in along with the Brodey and the two guards and Brodey hit one of the buttons.  The doors closed with a soft hiss and all four felt the butterflies of rapid decent.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  The screen over the door began to flash titles as they passed level after level.

LEVEL 1: Bridge
LEVEL 2: Recreation
LEVEL 3: Habitat Complex
LEVEL 4: Health & Sickbay
LEVELS 5 – 15: Subpen

 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  The elevator stopped at level ten, marked subpen.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  All four exited the elevator into a truly awe inspiring artificial cavern.  The elevator shaft was at the center of a massive ring which had to be at least six football fields across and at least six stories high.  It was dominated by four massive cylindrical hulls and numerous walkways, rails and gangplanks.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  Marchank smiled, “So this is where all the money is spent now.” He commented dryly.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “You bet sir” answered Brodey.  “Hey, Roberts” An ensign looked up from a complex looking control panel in an enclosed bunker.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “Bring over the Manti” shouted Brodey.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “You got it boss” called the ensign.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  A sleek, blue and white, mini-sub was brought before the small group via a system of overhead rails.  It looked like a jet fighter crossed with a manta ray.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “May I present the Manti Mark Two subfighter” exclaimed Lieutenant Brodey.  “Fast, and lethal, she sports twin micro torpedo tubes, and a six barrel mini gun for surface combat.  Deadly to larger ships like those old Tridents.”  Brodey gestured over his shoulder to the two aging nuclear subs behind them.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “Impressive” remarked General Marchank.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “You think that’s good, follow me” said Brodey leading the group around a walkway and pointing to a massive submarine parked in a shallow pool beneath them.  The thing looked at least four football fields long, it had a curved, and sleek design, obviously inspired by a shark.  Even the tower was shaped a little like a shark's dorsal fin.  It had a flattened deck on top with what were evidently two elevators for planes, like those on an aircraft carrier.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “USS Neptune” said Brodey. “The latest and greatest, not to mention, the only aircraft carrying sub since World War II.”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  Marchank drew in a gasp of pure amazement.  “Incredible” was the only word that escaped his lips.

 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  After the tour of the other three subs, two old tridents rusting at anchor and a relatively new Russian Typhoon class.  The party of four returned to the elevator.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “Sir, you have obviously  come to check on the ocean blue project…” said Brodey slightly hesitant.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “Damn right lieutenant.”  Spat Marchank.  “Navy command hasn’t heard an update in almost eight years!  What have you been up to?”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  Brodey shifted uncomfortably as the elevator doors closed.  “Well… You see… we had to wait for the project to umm… to mature before you could make any kind of final judgment…”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “What do you mean mature?  My predecessor conveniently forgot to tell me about the navy’s little science project.”  Said Marchank as his voice rose and the lieutenant hit the button.  “For the amounts of money we have been pouring into this facility, I’d better be impressed.”

LEVEL 16: Docking & Defense Control
LEVEL 17-19: Lab Complex

 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  The elevator stopped and the doors opened onto a serial white corridor with bright florescent lights.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “Follow me sir” said lieutenant Brodey.  “Not far sir.”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  Marchank grunted noncommittally.  “I should hope so mister.”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  They came into a large control room, also in the serial white colour.  Several scientists watched LCD screens intently while still others walked about taking notes on various display cases containing specimens.  But the most interesting feature was the large plate glass window which dominated one wall.  From its slight tint, Marchank could tell that it wasn’t true glass, but plexan.  And from the lack of light coming through it, the window was probably mirrored on the other side.  In short, they could look in, but whatever was inside couldn’t look out.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “Dr. Strom!”  Called Brodey, and a short, blonde man approached holding a clipboard.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  He spoke in a timid, slightly rapid manner.  “Hello lieutenant, general.”  He shook their hands.  “You have come to see our progress with… them…”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “Yes, them.”  Hissed Marchank, becoming slightly annoyed.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “This way gentlemen”  Strom gestured towards the large panel window.  They walked up to it and looked down onto a scene that took Marchak's breath away.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  They looked down on an enormous room, about twice the size of a standard gymnasium, but it was the rooms contense that shocked Marchank.  Mutants, at least sixty of them, human mixed with aquatic creatures.  Mainly sharks, but with a healthy scattering of dolphins and what appeared to be orcas.  They sat around a serial white environment of cheap furniture, and harsh, white light.  There appeared to be a few ajoining rooms, assumable bathrooms and other necessities.  However, the sleeping, eating and living areas were all in this one huge room, everything within easy view of the scientists.  “No privacy”  Thought Marchank,
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  One mutant in particular caught Marchank's eye, a large, blue and white, anthropomorphic shark.  Sitting at a table in the dining area of the huge room, between a large orca and a medium built dolphin.  Then Marchank realized it wasn’t the impressive creature itself that drew his eyes.  It was the fact that the shark was staring right through the mirrored glass, right into marchank’s eyes.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  Marchank stared into the twin black marbles of the sharks eyes before he was forced to look away.  He turned to Dr. Strom.  “They can’t… see us can they?  I mean this is mirrored glass isn’t it?”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  Dr. Strom shrugged.  “Define what you mean by they and what you mean by see”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well… The dolphins and orcas can’t see us, but…”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “But what?” Demanded Marchank.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “You don’t know much about sharks do you General?  Well they have amazing senses: their eyesight is as good underwater as an eagles is in the air, their sense of smell can detect in the parts per billion, they can detect pressure changes with the lateral line all fish have, they can hear the sound of a struggling fish two miles away, and the one I am referring to, their sixth sense.”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “Their what?”  Said Marchank.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “Their sixth sense, sharks have the ability to detect the electricity generated by life itself.  To that guy down there, you are lit up like a Christmas tree.”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  Marchank took another look into the large room, several of the sharks were now staring up at them, and the few that weren’t were apparently describing what they saw to the orcas and dolphins.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “What’s with the list of abilities?  You scared of’em or something Doc?”  Sneered Marchank.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “Permission to speak freely sir”  Asked Strom.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “Granted”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “To be honest, yes they do scare me.  Especially the big blue one who was staring at you.  His name is Mako, and you could say he’s their leader.”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  Marchank smiled sardonically.  “Don’t you think that’s a little dangerous?  I mean personifying these… things by giving them names?  Next thing you know, you’ll be campaigning for their rights.”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  Dr. Strom returned Marchank's stare.  “For your information, we didn’t name him, he gave it to himself.”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  Marchank looked back at the room, all the creatures had abandoned whatever they had been doing and were now gazing fixedly at the mirrored glass.
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  Marchank turned to lieutenant Brodey.  “Can I speak with this… Mako was it?”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  The lieutenant shuffled nervously.  “I’d advise against it sir, the last poor guy we sent in to the meeting chamber…  Well, came back with plexan shards embedded in him from the supposedly shatter proof window.”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  Marchank didn’t flinch.  “You’ve no doubt replaced the window?”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  Brodey nodded. “Yes sir, but…”
 Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  “But nothing, take me there, I want to have a word with this Mako.”



More to come.
« Last Edit: June 13, 2007, 04:21:40 PM by WynterPayne »
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Re: Project Ocean Blue (Chapter one) (moved)
« Reply #1 on: May 23, 2007, 11:05:09 PM »
awsome. I want more!!!!MORE!!!!
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Re: Project Ocean Blue (Chapter one) (moved)
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Project Ocean Blue (chapter II)
« Reply #5 on: June 13, 2007, 02:53:33 PM »
SO you have wished it, so it shall be!

Chapter II: Freedom’s call

“I humanity a breath of life who lives in harmony with planet, or a vile cancer that must be exercised?”
Lady Dierdre Sky, Sid Myer’s Alpha Centauri

   A name is a powerful thing.  It reminds us of who we are.  Most are given by parents, not mine, because I have none.  Mine is Mako.
   
   I sat on the cheap, white bench, in the massive living quarters of about sixty of my kind, we are as the humans call us: Mutants.  We have also been called freaks, monsters and even atrocities.  It was then that I saw him, the human behind the mirrored glass overlooking our little world.  A bright, illuminated silo wet, amidst four other silo wets.  He was staring at me, and I stared right back.
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“There he is” I growled.
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“Who?”  Asked my companion, he too was a mutant.  An orca, strongly built, a little over seven feet tall, plus a four foot tail.  His name is Chinook.
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“The general who is supposed to “evaluate” us”  I answered scornfully.
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“Oh, him”  Said my other comrade, this one a dolphin, leaner than Chinook, and a little shorter.  His name was Darwin.
   Suddenly, a loud voice over an intercom system called: “Mako report to the meeting chamber immediately.”
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“Try not to loose it this time.”  Joked Chinook.
   As I walked through our world of cheap furniture and even cheaper food I contemplated my existence.  Just over seven years ago, I broke out of that glass prison, the first to survive.  I was dumped here, in this white washed world.  For the first week or so, I was just like they wanted me, docile and obedient.  Then they made another, black and white instead of my blue and white.  At first, we didn’t know what to do, we simply went about what little there was to do.  And then another, light blue and white, slightly skinnier than me or my black and white compatriot.
   Then they crossed the line, they made a female, blue and white like me.  A younger one to, where we had been born almost fully grown (10 or so) She was only seven.  It was then that we made a pact.  We would give ourselves names, to remind us of who we were, and how we were created.  Mako, Chinook, Darwin and Magenta, the first four aquatics.
   Now Chinook, Darwin and I are sixteen, Magenta is fourteen, and there is about sixty of us.  The humans have pretty much stopped making more of us and are now focusing on regaining their lost control over us.  But today I was going to strike a blow for us.

   As I stepped into the meeting chamber, I saw my adversary for the first time.  Like all humans, he was startled at my appearance up close.  Apparently from his high vantage point of the control room, he had underestimated my height.  Understandable since I stood at least seven feet high, and that wasn’t counting the five foot tail with its sickle shaped fin that swished behind me.
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“So” he began “your this Mako I’ve been told about.”
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“That’s right.”
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“Do you know why you were created Mako?”
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“Yes, to fight your petty little wars, which I won’t do”
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“That’s right, now why won’t you help us?”
   He talked to me like I was a three year old!  This is starting to get on my nerves!  ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“Because what you did was wrong, and we are just as entitled to rights as you are.”
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“Wrong.  You are not entitled to rights, those only apply to humans.”   
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“And why should that be?”  I retorted.
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“Because we created you.”
   It was my turn to smile “Wrong, it is because we scare you.  Humans are inherently scared of what is different, and we are very different indeed.”  I shifted my position so I could reach the little metal lip under the plexan shield, there was something I needed.
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“That you are!” shouted general Marchank.  I also found what I needed, two shards of aluminum blind, the cheap kind they used to cover the plexan when they didn’t want us to see what they were doing.
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“You are scared of what you created general, but we are most certainly not scared of you.”  I slipped the two shards into the pocket of my prisoner's uniform.  ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“Goodbye”  I turned and walked out of the meeting chamber.
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“Hold it you!  We aren’t finished”  Shouted Marchank, but I had already gone.
   Marchank turned to Dr. Strom, who had loitered behind him during the whole meeting.  ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“Well!”  The general demanded.
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“That was almost cheerful for Mako.” Said Dr. Strom.
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“Why is it that he is so disobedient?  I thought you bread them to follow orders!”
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“There is no way to do that general.  They either follow or they decide not to.”
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“Well maybe you should have thought about that before conducting this experiment”  Bellowed Marchank.
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“You don’t think I’ve considered the consequences?”  Spat Strom.  ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“If a breeding pair of these things escaped, we could be looking at the dawn of a new species.  One that could quickly take over humanity as the dominant species of this planet.”
   Marchank had no come back for that argument.

   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“So, how’d it go?”  Asked Chinook, with more than a little grin on his rounded, black and white muzzle.
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“Disgusting as always” I replied.  ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“But I got it, all I need now is a diversion.”
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“A diversion?  What’s that supposed to mean?”  Asked Darwin.  I smiled evilly at him.
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“Why are you two looking at me like that?”  He asked.
   Suddenly, Chinook stood up and declared in a voice that anyone with two grey cells to rub together could tell was acting: “Darwin, this is all your fault.”  Before strait arming him in the chest and knocking him out of his seat.
   As Chinook bent down and grabbed the dolphin by the neck, Darwin looked up at him and hissed “What the hell do you think your doing?”
   Chinook smiled as though this was completely obvious “I’m creating a diversion, I suggest you fight back.”
   It didn’t take long for the other aquatics to catch on and join in the fray, but the real pandemonium didn’t start until six human guards armed with tazers charged in and started trying to break up the mock fight.  Only to have the target shift from Darwin, to them.  Meanwhile I slithered off under the tables and chairs towards the electrified door that led into the main corridor.
   Once there, I began to hack away at the dry wall on the right hand side with the shorter of the two aluminum shards.  Finally making a hole through which I could fit my hand, ah yes, there it was, quite large and insulated.  The electricity main for this level of the complex.  I sliced back the rubber insulation and placed it to one side.  After that I bent the longer aluminum shard into a rough “U” shape, wrapped the insulation around the middle and leant forward until the ends made contact with both the power main, and the electrified door.
   There was an explosion of sparks, and every light on the deck wend out.  There was sheer chaos, and I slipped down the hall, my sensitive eyes adjusting to the dark.
   I found what I wanted, an air vent.  Tearing back the thin metal grill, I began to slither up the vent.  Finally coming the a vertical shaft with a spindly ladder on one wall.  It was the main vent shaft that ran from the reactor core, all the way up to the surface of the ocean.  But, I didn’t need to go that far, next to me was a small plate which read: LEVEL 17-19: Lab complex.  I climbed down the ladder until I reached the plate that read: LEVEL 20-22: Storage.
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“How convenient of them to put the armory just below the lab.”  I muttered to myself as I crawled into the adjacent vent and crawled to the grill.  After a quick look to make sure there were no guards in the armory, I tore off the grill and proceeded to lock the door from the inside so as I would not be disturbed.  I began to look over the multitude of twenty first century weapons lining the walls.  I would take only the best.
   First, I changed out of my prisoners uniform into a skin tight, neoprene combat wetsuit.  And took a bullet proof, combat vest equipped with all sorts of gadgets.
   A pair of VE-360 vision enhancement goggles, not that I needed them for much, but some of the features could be useful in the near future.
   One MS-1000 Metal storm assault rifle.  This boxy weapon had nine barrels arranged in a square and enclosed in a single metal housing with a high tech, blue laser pointer fitted to it.  Metal storm weapons don’t use traditional moving parts to fire their bullets.  Instead, they use sequential electric charges to fire, allowing them a firing rate of twenty rounds a second.  I placed it into a shoulder holster and slung it across my back.
   Two MR-200 Mag-Rail shotguns in thigh mounted holsters.  These used magnetic pulses to fire rails of depleted uranium, capable of ramming through two feet of solid steel.
   A hologrid belt, which looked like a four point harness, like the kind NASCAR drivers wear.  This was designed to allow aquatics to move, undetected through human settlements.
   Finally, the crown jewel of the US army weapons labs.  The Pheonix laser riffle.  This weapon uses the most powerful military grade laser that can still be carried by an individual.
   My arsenal now complete, I crawled back up the vent, slightly difficult due to the large amount of equipment I was now carrying.  I climbed until I found the plate marked: LEVEL 5-15: Subpen.  I tore back the grill and dove into the brightly lit room, Much to the surprise of the three technicians in the control bunker.  I glanced around, and then my eyes fell on it.  The Manti Mark two subfighter still sitting at the main dock.  It was my ticket out of here.

   Meanwhile, in the enclosure, Marchank had joined the humans along with another six, armed guards.  He was shouting about finding the originator of this fight when one of the guards shouted in absolute terror.
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“Hey!  Where’s the ring leader?”
   Marchanks eyes hurtled around the scene: from the carnage left from the brawl, the hole punched in the dry wall, the still fizzeling electricity main and the wrenched open door.
   His eyes fell on the crowd of aquatics.  One in the front, a younger shark named Aniken, around thirteen, now nursing a cracked tooth smiled demonically.  ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“Suckers.”  He stated, still holding his tooth that would fall out soon and be replaced by another, that’s one of the plus sides of being a shark, no dentist for us.
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“Oh my god.”  Hissed Marchank in an almost animal fury.  ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“That cunning little fish, he put one over on us.  OH MY GOD!  Security teams, meet me in the subpen!  We can’t let him out!

   The elevator carrying the assault team of around a dozen guards and Marchank halted in the subpen and the doors slid open.  Marchanks eyes opened in horror, to late.
   My subfighter was already tearing itself free of its moorings and roaring off into the main pool.
   ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…“Holy crap!”  He exclaimed as he saw what I was going for, the secondary bay doors.  The three techies also saw it and dove into the elevator.  Just as Marchank hit a random button on the console.
   Meanwhile in the two seater cockpit of the subfighter, I punched the twin triggers on my control bars.  Twin trails of vapor appeared from my sleek nose as two micro torpedoes launched.  They impacted with crushing force, splintering the steel doors like matchwood.  The massive wall of water seemed to hang in mid air for a split second, and then it came crashing in.  Just as my subfighter blasted out into the open sea.


You may ask why I'm staggering the releases of the chapters, long story short I found that people usualy didn't read it when I posted it all at once (no wonder, this story is L-O-N-G)  Plus, it's not quight finished.
Till next time, Chinook
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Re: Project Ocean Blue Chapters I & II (moved)
« Reply #6 on: August 07, 2007, 08:11:00 PM »
MEH!!! its great.
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