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Subaqueous Cacophony
Many worlds exist in this massive expanse called the Universe. Many hands that have helped create it have also have tried to destroy this spiral of rocks and stars called the Milky Way. In many Mythologies, the still and quiet peace felt throughout the galaxy has been garnered through decades long struggles against the gods and great devourers of worlds. Other times, it has been against other gods like themselves. To be specific towards a small speck of land, air, and sea called Earth; there were twelve battles in total for peace to settle on the blue marble. Some of them have yet to pass, others have centuries between each other. But the one our heroes find themselves in is at the end of the war between the sea and the stars. After achieving victory over the stars, the seas blessed the humans with the ability to reap and sow on the ocean floors. Colonies of every shape and size lined the many divergent boundaries of the oceans. Some of them being theorized to be as old as the age old clash itself.

One such colony is located in the Capricornius sector of Earth, between South America and Africa, and so cleverly named Capricornius-25.10. It hides along the Southern Atlantic Ocean floor, too deep and dark for the everyday sub-shuttle to find and too seemingly unoccupied to draw in unwanted attention. That is until our heroes find themselves accidentally at the Capricornius' doors, dragged below by the corpse of a giant swordfish. Navigating captain of "The Bisons & Daughters", Dr. Joan Bison stares at the blankly staring yellow eye of the beast as she tries to dive her sub-shuttle out from under the giant creature, but to no avail. The beast had Dr. Joan Bison's sub-shuttle wedged beneath its eye. Dr. Joan Bison had no choice but to descend along into the depths with it.

She slams her fists on the ship's navigator in frustration. A petite and bearded man by the name of Newt Bison flinches behind her as the ship shakes while the giant swordfish drags them deeper into the abyss. His short mop of brown hair peeks from over his wife's shoulder as he looks out the wide pane of glass overlooking their dive.

"Don't worry, love." Joan glances behind towards him.

"What in the world is going on up there?" A tall woman in a lab coat calls out from the deck below.

"That's just what I was about to ask." Dr. Bison calls back to her daughter, Dr. Prue Bison - a surgeon. "We were on course before this thing decided to fall on top of us!"

"Can we try diving deeper?" Another woman's voice asks as she climbs up the stairwell to the ship's navigation chamber. She takes to join Joan onto the navigation panel, hastily dressing herself into her blue jumpsuit.

"I'm afraid not." Dr. Joan Bison calls back to her middle child, Dr. Beth Bison - doctor and astronaut. "This big ol' sphere of metal can survive the Great Freeze, but can't out-run it, unfortunately."

"Do you think you can manage to take a sample from that thing?" The last voice of our five part band of heroes sounds behind the two piloting women. The womanly figure to which the last voice belongs to joins the petite man in staring at the viewing pane in awe and anxiousness. "The tissue and scales could be of great use."

"Not now, darling", Joan tells her youngest daughter, Dr. Peri Bison - an engineering legacy. "We're descending too quickly to send anything out".

"How did this thing even manage to get on top like this?" Beth asks, looking at the yellow eye of the beast as it sinks them deeper towards the ocean floor. "I'm surprised the ship wasn't able to pick this up on sonar."

Joan huff in frustration as she tries to maneuver the ship out of beast's eye only for it to crash against it once more. "The sonar saw it, but like Newton always says. The bigger they are--."

"-- the harder they are to make into ceviche." Newt says softly. His eyes widen as the ship shakes once again, the sub-shuttle's lights and monitors flickering as 'The Bisons & Daughters' receive another visitor.

A dim glowing figure in a diving suit is seen climbing on top of the window pane besides the giant yellow eye. An air (or in this case, brine) of danger surrounds this mysterious sea dweller. The helmeted stranger begins to climb across the creatures eye, the glassy film of its eye divoting and bending where it climbs.

Prue makes her way up the staircase, getting a view of the stranger's figure climbing over the creature's eye. "What is that? What is going on?"

"Some kind of giant sea monster decided to die on top of us." Beth begins to say, watching the helmeted stranger begin to climb the giant swordfish gills.

"And what of the person climbing it?" Prue asks, "Are they in trouble? Should we help them?"

"I'd imagine they're gathering samples that I was denied from." Peri huffs, "Where's the button for the Echo-com. I have a few words for this sample thief!"

Beth sighs in annoyance towards her younger sister before shouting in realization, "The Echo-com!"

"Of course!" Joan followed suit and pressed a button on the control panel before she spoke into a receiver. "Hello! Excuse me! Do you need help? Can you help us--?"

The Bisons and Daughters cover their ears and wince in pain as the loud scream of feedback returns their call.

"Well that didn't work." Peri begins to say, "At least we scared off the sample thief."

She pointed up at the viewing pane as the helmeted stranger was no longer present.

"Where could they have gone?" Prue muses. She looks around the glass view pane, searching for the mysterious figure. To her surprise, she finds red curls fanning out in the water. She points to where she saw her face, "Is that a woman?"

Her question gets interrupted as a bright green light shines itself from inside the giant swordfish. The Bison family cover their eyes and the sub-shuttle receives another bolt of rough movement, knocking the Bisons onto the floor of the deck.

The green light vanishes, but it isn't the only thing out of sight. Plumes of white frothy seafoam rising from the giant swordfish. Its flesh seems to dissolve as more seafoam presents itself around the dead creature. Even its bones become these thin transparent ribbons as the sea foam escapes from them. Soon enough, the sea foam is the only thing the Bison family are able to see from the glass viewing pane.

"Sorry, Dad. Not sure we're going to be able to make any kind of ceviche with this." Peri comments, holding her side. She pushes herself out of her prone position along with the rest of her family members.

"That's alright.." Newt says, untangling himself from the stairwell railing, "We might have a better chance of finding spare ribs."

"Anybody hurt?" Prue begins to asks, leaning on the upper deck railing for support.

"Prue, dear, stay seated! Everyone stay seated!" Joan calls out to her family. "Sonar is picking something up in the seafoam."

The sub-shuttle rocks heavily, finally taking a toll on the sub-shuttle's lights. Red lights are dimly lit across the vessel's floor and walls and faces of the Bison family. The walls of the Bisons & Daughters research sub-shuttle shake with ferocity as it's dragged through the depths of the Southern Atlantic ocean.

50 feet from the ocean floor.

Dr. Joan Bison says softly, turning to her husband, Meteorologist and morning news anchor Newt Bison. She takes his hands in hers.

40 feet.

"I'm sorry, my love." Dr. Joan Bison says softly. "I'm afraid our vacation is going to be a bit different from what we planned."

30 feet.

The Bisons & Daughters sink down deeper into the pitch black dark abyss of the sea.

20 feet.

The Bison family brace themselves for impact and it does so.

Too deep and dark for anybody to save them and too seemingly beyond the reach of a miracle, The Bisons & Daughters rests in front of Capricornius-25.10's doors where they shall remain, for now.