The Selkie wrote:On the sea floor.
As Nevlamas passed the many corpses on the sea floor, one twitched.
The submarine of Yoanie's little force of submarines, the one sunken, was still alive, hanging onto life by the last thread. It was basically dead, but not quite yet.
It was no danger, all torpedoes spent.
And it knew that.
So, she gave a longing look after Nevlamas, her broken, unmasked face looking towards her as she passed, longing in her eyes... longing for life. She had been unworthy, though. She did not deserve to live. Only to die at this lonely place...
As Nevlamas continued covering her retreating allies, her sonar panned out in all directions, she couldn't help but look around her, mostly at the sea floor. She could see wrecks all around her, and she figured that she was below right where the Abyssals had taken the majority of their casualties. Well, that, and the fact that the wrecks on her sonar and what she could see with the Mk. I eyeball didn't look natural, having the distinct lines and daemonic outlines of Abyssal vessels.
Well, thank Chankee they're dead now, the Sleetavian told herself. Even then, it would not do to let her guard down now, not while her comrades depended on her for support and blowing up key targets. Her suspicions were raised only more as she passed the wreckage of an Abyssal submarine. She looked a little bit at the sub, comparing it's shape to her own. While the Abyssal on the sea floor may have looked sharp and deadly in her heyday, the debris around her told Nevlamas that that sub's days were over. Meanwhile, the hunter ace was still in her (Hopefully for a good, long while) prime, once again serving not just her nation, but all of Humanity as well.
And that thought just made her feel dandy on the inside. Now, where was she-
Wait a fuck, did that thing just twitch?
Indeed, the sub Nevlemas had thought to be nothing but dead as a dodo was now staring at her. And what's more, it was unmasked too. It's eyes told the Sleetavian a number of things: It was broken, beaten, and left for dead by her allies. Whatever was propelling it to survive, Nevi didn't know, but it wasn't taking any hostile action. Her hydrophones weren't picking up flushing tubes, flooding ballasts, sound from the inside of the sub.
It was just an Abyssal submarine, at Death's Door, staring her mortal enemy in the face.
Nevi broke her escorting pattern to get a little closer to the Abyssal, but she was unsure of what to do. Obviously, the sub would die some time later from her injuries, and the Tyskhou-class was torn between putting the thing out of it's misery and just leaving it be.
''Hju, sram tu benfi zxa gurthern ki?''
Nevlamas listened to her Skipper's words. Taking this thing as a prisoner?
''Dei, sor mon shar'tyn ponsi erkart'i'', she replied back to her captain. It wouldn't do to have a prisoner die on the way back to base, and by the looks of this thing it was going to die any minute now. But maybe, just maybe...
Nevlamas got right up to the crippled sub, rummaging through the debris for anything that may have survived the explosion. As she expected, there was nothing of value that was in and/or around the sub. There was only one thing to do now. She reached forwards, towards the neck of the Abyssal...
SNAP!
The sound of breaking cartilage, if heard by any other surrounding submarines, would have registered on hydrophones. With that done, and without looking back, Nevlamas turned back to her previous pattern, all thoughts now directed towards covering her damaged allies....