CROSSFIRE - Atlantis DSV - New Cape Quest
CROSSFIRE - Atlantis DSV - New Cape Quest
CROSSFIRE - Atlantis DSV - New Cape Quest
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system had left a dark shadow over the Aquarius, and the importance of remaining<br />
undetected had become a default second-to-none.<br />
This was where <strong>Atlantis</strong> had died, and the ghosts would never leave. Why the ship‟s<br />
orders had brought the Aquarius there, Hornsby had never been able to find out, and every<br />
inquiry in the purpose and pursuit of the operation had been flatly rebuked by anyone with<br />
even a hint of authority. She didn‟t appreciate being led around blindly by her nose, and had<br />
simply been assured that a rendezvous would take place. With who, and why, remained<br />
mysteries.<br />
A shrill chirp from the sonar stations turned all three officer‟s heads (two of them<br />
mercifully) at once.<br />
“Captain?”<br />
“Mister Mackenzie?”<br />
Lieutenant Kathleen Mackenzie was an oddity – and one that Hornsby had never<br />
been particularly pleased with. This was because she was the sister of the Aquarius‟s most<br />
impetuous Wing Commander. In normal circumstances, the fleet would have prohibited the<br />
two officers from serving together in the same command... but with demands being what<br />
they were, Hornsby had not been willing to part with one of her most experienced senior<br />
staff, and as head of ship operations, she almost never left the bridge. “Hypersonar contact<br />
in the trench, ma‟am. Range twenty-two miles, dead-ahead. We caught it as we rounded that<br />
last turn.”<br />
“IFF? Matching records?”<br />
“None, ma‟am. Solid mass, depth approximately sixteen thousand feet.”<br />
Hornsby felt a rush of familiarity, and a momentary silence filled the command deck.<br />
She hesitated before issuing her next orders, swallowing a lump that had risen sharply in her<br />
throat. “Deploy WSPRS forward, send Curly in for a visual identification... keep Larry on<br />
direct laser relay. I don‟t want to give our position away with active sonar.”<br />
Mackenzie nodded solemnly. No one was saying what was on their minds, but it was<br />
already clear, and there were very few things in the world that could give a sonar return so<br />
quickly from that depth...<br />
“It‟s her...” said an oddly distant, haunting voice from Hornsby‟s side. The Captain‟s<br />
eyes shifted to meet the purple glow of the ship‟s AI. The AI stared at the view screen at the<br />
front of the room, as if gazing in to the darkness at something that her human comrades<br />
could not yet distinguish.<br />
“Ari?”<br />
“A personal matter, Captain, I apologise,” the AI replied curtly, meeting the Captain‟s<br />
gaze momentarily.<br />
Hornsby pursed her lips. She‟d managed to get used to the continuous presence of<br />
Ari in her tenure as Captain of the Aquarius, but there were still times where the too-human<br />
mannerisms caught her off-guard.<br />
Aquarius‟s tiny, unmanned satellites – named Curly, Larry and Moe – moved about<br />
their larger mothersub like fireflies, their spotlights painting the hull as they moved back and<br />
forth, always scanning, watching and protecting her in the abyss. Obediently, they<br />
disappeared in to the blackness of the trench far below, and the tense game of waiting<br />
continued anew.<br />
Aquarius herself never halted, still moving over the black pit below her on her way<br />
through to the mission. That this passage of ocean remained the only way that submarines<br />
could traverse the south pacific west-to-east without being detected sat uneasily with<br />
Hornsby, and the presence of patrols remained a distinct possibility. Even without the three<br />
“Whispers” probes – Wireless Sea Protection and Reconnaissance Satellites – Aquarius still<br />
had three WSKRS – Sea Knowledge Retrieval Satellites – to cover her approaches.<br />
The Polynesian trench was one of the scars left behind from two decades of<br />
ecological chaos, first as the result of a catastrophic geothermal meltdown off the Australian<br />
coast in 2019, and then by Macronesia‟s use of subduction weapons to annex most of the<br />
South Pacific basin. When they claimed the expansive Tongan prospects, the use of so<br />
many of the weapons had reduced layers of bedrock that had sat undisturbed for a million<br />
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