Onboard the research vessle duspatched into the Pacific Ocean by the GMCD, Professor Steve Prescott continued to try and peice the puzzle together. Suddenly he heard yelling and running on the upper decks. Dropping his papers, Prescott vaulted himself off his seat and scrambled up the siral staircase of the ship, nearly slipping in the process as he ducked his head under the small doorway which lead into the command center. Inside where several of the crewmen and the captain watching a news report on a small portable television.
"We have just received reports that the flying monster known as Pteradactylus has been sighted in Japan, over Osaka and seems to be heading outwards towards the sea, his current destination is unknown but we-"
Suddenly a hand from offscreen reaches over and gives the anchorman a sheet of paper. The anchroman's eyes widended slightly before clearing his throat and looking at the viewers again.
"This just in, intense seismic and volcanic actvity has been reported in the Solomen islands. Fissures several miles long have split the islands, and rivers of lava have emerged from the ground and have burned all the vegeitation to ash. Geologists have been unable to give an explanation to these bizzare, destructive occuran-"
The anchorman was cut off by the sound of static from the television as the device began emitting bizzare noises, much like those that they had heard only several hours back. The screen began to flicker until it too became static.
"Captain! The the instruments are going out of control!!!" Shouted a crewman in desperation as he stared at the controls helplessly.
The captain marched over and watched in shock as the ship's gauges and meters spun out of control. Suddenly the ship began to emmit sputtering noises from within before the vessle ceased all movement. A high pitched screeching noise began to blast through the cabin, forcing everyone to cover their ears. Windows shattered, gauges and watches broke. The sound became so intense that it brought everone in the cabin to their knees. Prescott grunted as he tried to get to his feet despite the painful noise trying to beat him back down. Out of the corner of his eye Prescott spotted something strange happen about 60 meters away from the boat; a bright, multicolored light began to shine from the depths of the sea and just as this happened, the noise began to subside. The light began to grow ever more intense until there was a bright flash which blinded all who bore witness to it; and within seconds, it too subsided. Prescott reluctaintly unshelided his eyes and saw that the ocean continued to glow bright red, blue and orange.
Suddenly the boat was rocked by a collision from below. Before anyone could take a guess as to what it was, a massive, flat head emerged from the depths; two bulbous yellow eyes stared into the command center of the ship. Prescott and the rest of the crew stumbled back in fear, thinking the creature was going to attack. Instead, however, the creature simply staired. Prescott saw this as an oppertunity to examine the creature up close; the beast was indeed what he came to call a 'Drummer Eel". All the characteristics matched: Slimy, charcoal skin. A flat, broad head with bulging yellow eyes. Before he could not anything else however, the creature's head sank below the waves again. Prescott braced hmself, thinking the creature was going to strike from below. A minute passed and still nothing. Beleiving the threat was over, everyone let out a sigh of relief. Prescott slowly stood up and brushed off his coat before walking towards the window of the command center. Snatching a set of binoculars from a wooden stand adjacent to him, he peered through them and saw DOZENS of Drummer Eels congregating around the light; many of them swimming around it while others rising from the depths.
"So this is where they come from..." Prescott said, as if understanding the puzzle now.
Suddenly he spotted something in the distance; it apeared to be the sail of some kind, very much like that of a ship. The object was coming towards the stern end of the ship at about 2 knots.
"Captain, we have a vessle approaching the area." Prescott said while pointing at the general direction of the incoming object.
The captain walked over and took the binoculars from Prescott and peered into them, seeing the same "ship" as Prescott. He lowered the binoculars and turned to the nearest crew member.
"Get me on the horn" said the Captain.
The "horn" was slang for the megaphone system the ship had. Prescott wasnt exactly sure why a research vessle would have one. To scare off the monsters maybe? If that was the case, Prescott wasnt all too sure it would work effectivly on monsters as it would a normal animal. The captain holding a megaphone of sorts marched outside, his first mate following close behind like a duckling would to it's mother. The captain stood at the very edge of the stern and raised the megasphone to his mouth.
"Attention vessle, you are approaching restricted waters, please turn around at once!" shouted the captain into the device. He then lowered the megaphone and staired at the ship, waiting for a response. The ship stayed it's course and continued to advance at the same speed. A Drummer Eel swam towards the onject out of curiosity. Suddenly the water around the ship erupted with semi-transparent blue tentacles. The Eel thrashed violently as the tentacles pulled it below the sea and within moments, the struggle ended.
"That's not a ship, dammit!" shouted the captain as he rushed back into the command center and picked up the speaker to the PA system.
"All hands brace for impact, everyone to their action stations NOW!" shouted the captain as the object was now no more than 25 meters away from coliding with the side of the ship. Prescott could see it almost clearly now: it's surface was semi-transparent light blue with dark blue specs dotting the fin and most of the mantel. Prescott could clearly see water fluctuating below the surface of the incoming object, almost as if it where some kind of propulsion system. Wanting to see no more, Prescott took off towards the command center just as the object collided with the side of the ship. Soon the transparent tentacles began to snake up the side of the ship and began to wreak havok on deck. The crewmembers took up fire axes and tried hacking away at the tentacles. prescott slipped over a puddle of slime that oozed off of the tentacles. Prescott hit his head off the wooden deck as the world around him started to spin. Through the blur and chaos, Prescott could see one poor fellow get stabbed through the stomach by a tentacle and then pulled overboard. Prescott witnessed this and his adrenaline skyrocketed, he struggled to get to his feet, stumbling around as the ship was rocked by each movement the creature made. Prescott then heard something; a loud screech coming from the skies. As he fell on his back again, he saw the massive silhouett of Pteradactylus swoop down from the skies and plant his talons into the mantel of the creature. The creature let out an agonized whine as the massive reptile began gnawing away at the soft, jelly like tissue with his beak. Water spurted out from the huge wounds in it's mantel; its skin began to bubble and pop as all the air inside it began to escape into the atmosphere. The creature's many tentacles thrashed about violently. Pteradactylus raises his wings and flapped them once, and with this he tore a massive chunk of the creature's mantel off and flew away with it.
Prescott rose to his feet atlast and watched the pterosaur fly in circles above the bright light emminating from the bottom of the sea. Suddenly, the ship was shaken once more as the light in the water began to grow brighter. Massive crystalline towers of gold and diamond erupted from around the glowing spot, continuing to grow as high as 50 meters. Pteradactylus swooped down from the skies once more and perched himself aboard one of these crystalline towers and continued to feast on his meal. Prescott noticed that the towers also emmited the same light as the water within their "cores". Prescott continued to examine and not move a muscle, fearing that Pteradactylus would attack. Though the beast seemed plenty satisfied with his recent meal, Prescott wouldnt dare risk provoking it. Prescott slowly eased his way towards the command center. He began to sweat and tremble as he could see the massive pterosaur's eye tracking his every movement. Sicking his back against the wall, Pterscott slowly reached for the doorknob with his right hand while keeping his eyes glued on the feasting monster dangerously close to the ship. Prescott wrapped his hand around the doorknob and turned it just as slowly as he reached for it, the door making a high pitched creak as it slowly swung open. This faint noise seemingly caught Pteradactylus's attention as it's dark eyes once again focused on Prescott. In a panic, Prescott threw himself through the threshold of the door and slammed it shut, panting once he was clear of the outside.
The captain spat on the ground then looked at the fatigued Prescott, who looked back at him and tried to speak, but he was far too exhausted to even do that.
"I dont think he is going to attack" Prescott as he panted one last time.
The captain laughed, thinking of his words as some kind of joke.
"That creature's body wont appease him forever! When it's finished with that it' going to attack us next!" said the Captain while wiping the sweat from his forehead before staring at Prescott demandingly again.
Prescott sighed and raised his hands walking towards the captain.
"Listen, this is a good oppertunity to deploy the ROV and find out what's causing these Drummer Eeels to surface all of the suddent. Pteradactylus will be occupied eating his fill and most likely will target the Drummer Eels in the area than us. Captain, this may be the last chance we ever get, and dont forget that you are current under the GMCD's payroll meaning you'd best do what we came here for" explained Prescott.
The captain was clearly not pleased by Prescott's choice of deploying the ROV especially when in the vicinity of a giant monster with several dozen, maybe even hundreds below them. Though Prescott had a point; atleast he'd get paid for doing this. if he survived, that is. The captain sighed and shook his head in approval.
"Get the ROV ready for deployment. it's time to get to the bottom of this" he said as he left the command center. Prescott looked at everyone else in the commander, and they looked right back. Prescott looked at them and shooed the crewmen.
"What are you waiting for? Get that ROV ready!" Prescott demanded. The workers looked at him blankly and left to the cargo bay to retreive the ROV. Prescott followed the workers and watched as they removed the television sized ROV. The submersible; the craft was roughly bullet shaped, with cylindrical ballst tubes flanking both sides. A spherical 'head" was bolted on the front, and ontop of that was a shiny blue lens which housed the camera which would provide them live video feed of what is at the bottom of this location. The ROV had two small fans on it's back to allow it to move underwater. One of the workers began to untether the long steel cable which would connect the ROV and it's camera to the Ship and it's systems. From above, the revolving cargo bay door on the ceiling allowed the light of day to pour inside the otherwise dark cargo area. A mechanical whine was heard as the ship's motor crane lowered it's hook which latched onto a ring-shaped port on the top of the ROV. Two workers walked over and made sure the hook was fastened onto the ring. One fellow who wore dirty coveralls, signaled the crane operatior to lift the ROV. The mechanical whine was heard again along with the straining of metal as the crane lifted the ROV out of the cargo bay and out of sight. Prescott returned to the upper decks in time to see the ROV be plopped into the water, the tether which connects it to the ship was now being attatched to a viewing screen situated on a small white stool. The same fellow in the coveralls adusted the metal antennas on the veiwing scren until the static on the screen transformed first person view of the ROV's camera staring at one of the massive pillars of cystal which jutted out of the water.
Prescott eyed Pteradacylus cautiously as this all transpired. Interestingly, the creature seemed more curious than it did hungry. Pteradactylus stared right back, obsering the activities of the workers as they made the final adjustments to the ROV before Prescott nodded and the device plunged into the depths. Pteradactylus had seen such actions before. He recognized this as the humans he coexisted with persuing their quest for knowlege. Though he wondered why the Humans where here. Had they come in response as the same call that brought him to this watery "land"? if so he would happily strike these humans and their ship down it it meant getting the power for himself. Pteradactylus took a glance at the crystal tower which he lay perched apon and sensed a familiar scent. Yes, yes this was it. This structure generates the same alluring aura of power which had brought him here in the first place. However he sensed something else as well, something....diffrent. However this scent was diffrent; though it retained much of the alluring power aura, it also gave off something new, almost like throbbing. No, several object throbbing. For a second, the pterosaur could have sword it was a heartbeat of some sort. A hearbeat at the bottom of the sea. His curiosity was peaked, however he remained where he was, determined to let the humans bring this power and it's promises to him.
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