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>Date: February 14th, 2017
>Anchorage, Alaska

>T-Minus: 8 Days

>An advanced submarine sits in the harbour of Anchorage, the trim identifying it as the RV Nautilus, the pageantry around it indicating that the vessel hasn't been launched yet.

>Around the ship, operations crew members shift the last of the supplies for its maiden voyage, their movements slightly hampered by the light snow falling all around them. Various dignitaries and other VIPs mull about in the crowd.

>Out of sight of the press and onlookers, a crew member with short brown hair, his uniform identifying him as a member of the engineering department, holds his phone in front of him, talking to someone over video chat.

"I know it's Valentine's Day sweetie, but we're heading out today, and we've put too much into this for me to bail at the last minute. . ."

". . .I'll make it back to you when we get back, it's going to be a couple of weeks at most, ok? See you then, love you. . ."

>The man ends the call and sighs, ruffling his uniform slightly to try and keep himself warmer, clearly not used to cold weather.

"I should be back home right now, why'd the captain pick today. . ?"


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>In the viewing area for the launch, a politician talks to another VIP, the familiar tones of a Canadian accent in his voice.

"Well, it's a mighty fine ship, think they'll find anything down there?"

>The VIP replies, briefly scowling at a man standing behind her as the snow falls down, prompting him to take out an umbrella and hold it over her head to shade her.

"It better, a lot of money has been invested into this project. . ."

>Her accents has broad tones to it, almost making her sound like a gangster from an old noir film.

>Near the ship, the engineer was previously on the phone looks through thhe crew loading equipment.

"Treng? Hey, you seen Treng?"

>One of the other crew members shrugs him off.

"Rude. . . hey, Treng?"

>He carries on his search.


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"Treng. . ?"

>The engineer looks around. Not seeing whomever he's looking for.

"Oh well, not my problem if-"

>The man stops as he senses someone looking at him, and turns around to see a woman standing behind him.

"Oh, c-captain, shouldn't you be handling the final checks?"

>The captain sighs.

"I need you at your post, Midshipman Brown."

"Of course! Yes ma'am!"

>The engineer rushes off, heading to his station.

>2 hours later.

>The Captain steps out onto the command deck, looking over the crew in charge of keeping the ship running. As she makes her way to her chair, she lets out a sigh of relief.

"I hate speeches. . . are we ready to launch?"

"All systems are ready for launch, captain."


>The captain leans to the side, pressing down on a button on the armrest of the chair.

"All crew, prepare for launch."

>The captain leans back in her chair, making sure she's securely in place as the final launch sequence runs.

"Launch in 5, 4, 3, 2. . . 1. . ."

>The submarine jolts as it beings moving away from the city.

"All systems within acceptable levels, captain!"

>Another sigh of relief comes from the captain.

"Perfect, let us dive then."

>The crew member nods, and with great jolt, the RV Nautilus sinks below the waves. . .

>Date: February 14th, 2017
>Below the Gulf of Alaska

>T-Minus: 7 Days, 10 Hours

>Deep within the bowels of the ship, the engineering crew works away at making sure that none of the systems are broken, with no unexpected variables, however, this is a task that allows those assigned to it to slack off.

>With nothing particularly wrong with the ship, the engineer from earlier lies back on a chair, talking to someone while (barely) doing his duties.

"I'm telling you Treng, your culture is really interesting, you'll have to tell Liz about it, we could even make a day out of it!"

>The man spins on his chair.

"Like, you could visit me and Liz, and I could cook one of my famous chillis, you'd love it man, I make a great chilli - not too spicy that you can't eat it or anything."


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>Tsundue, or "Treng" as the man calls him focusing his eyes on his work area. Being from Tibet, he speaks with a heavy accent, English clearly not being his first language.

"Yes Kieran I'm sure the food is sufficiently mild."

>He continues to keep his eyes on his work.

"I will consider it. Visiting another new place is always a joy."

>He begins looking at Kieran from the corner of his eyes, and asks him a question.

"How does your wife take your… fascination with me? Do not try to deny it Kieran, you talk to me more than anyone else in the crew."


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>Kieran looks confused for a second.

"Oh, me and Liz aren't married yet, I was gonna propose today because Valentine's Day is such a romantic day for that, right?"

>With another spin of his chair Kieran sighs.

"Oh but you don't need to worry man, she's not like some kind of Republican or something, she's perfectly fine with people like you."

>Seemingly unaware of the phrasing of his statement, Kieran spins and carries on.

"Besides, she says I've gotta have guy friends like she has girl friends, right? I guess it makes sense, although I think she meant like, our neighbors or something, not some guy from the other side of the world."

>Kieran bursts out laughing, earning him a stern look from one of the other engineers.

"Anyway, you up for poker later? I got some of the girls from Ops to come over, as well as our guys of course. . ."


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>Tsundue's eyes shift back towards his work station.

"I have never played Poker before. But if we have the time later then yes. I'll play since you asked."


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"Sweet! Maybe we can even find a nice lady for you - I mean, I never see you talking to any. . ."

"Unless your type's someone like the captain or something - which I wouldn't get at all, but if that's your thing, go for it man."

>Another spin of his chair brings Kieran's attention to a flashing light on his console.

"Oh, look's like there's an issue in my sector, I gotta go check that."

>Kieran stands up, grabbing his jacket.

"So I'm gonna go do that. . ."


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"That would probably be best."

>Tsundue continues to focus on his work.


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"See you in a couple hours then Treng, we're meeting in the canteen after our shift's over."

>Picking up a maintenance kit, Kieran makes his way towards his task. . .

>Below the Gulf of Alaska

>T-Minus: 7 Days, 7 Hours

>As would be expected, the canteen of the RV Nautilus is a rather small and humble affair, with only enough room to accommodate one shift's worth of crew at a time. Besides the usual expected serving counters, the canteen has several tables set up, one of which has been claimed by several rowdy off-duty crew members, a pack of playing cards stacked in the middle of the table ready for those around to to play a game.

>Among them is Kieran, acting like the life of the party as he looks around.

"Hey, anyone see Treng? He said he'd come along, I wanted him to meet you guys. . ."

>Kieran flashes a grin at a pair of women sitting at the table.

"And you girls too."

"Oh knock it off Brown, you know we're not allowed to have unsanctioned relationships while we're on-board, captain said it distracts from the mission."

>Kieran shrugs.

"Hey, if the captain doesn't find out, shouldn't be a problem, right?"


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>Moments later Tsundue enters the room. Having heard Kieran's voice from down the hall he has no trouble locating him.

"Hello everyone."

>He stands near the table, looking down at it.

"Apologies if I'm interrupting."


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>Kieran looks at Tsundue like he's said some kind of insult, then laughs.

"You're too wound up man, I invited you didn't I?"

>Kieran moves up for Tsundue to take a seat by him and indicates for him to be dealt cards.

"Anyway, Treng, this is Heather. . ."

>Kieran looks down at his cards for a second then places them face down on the table.

"She was just saying she's just got out of a relationship and is looking for someone new. . ."

>Heather gives Tsundue a warm smile, a silent apology hidden behind it.


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>Tsundue gives Heather a bit of an awkward look for a moment, before putting on a smile himself. He sits down in his chair, and scoots it closer to the table.

"Ah. Well Heather I wish you luck in finding yourself someone new."

>He then turns his attention towards the cards on the table.

"I mentioned to Kieran earlier that I don't have any experience with playing cards. So please forgive me if I'm a little slow."


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"Aww, thanks Tsundue, you're a sweety, I hope you have luck too."

>Heather flashes Tsundue a smile.

>Kieran leans to look at Tsundue's cards.

"Don't worry, I'll help you man, you've got a pretty good hand there. . ."

>Kieran lowers his voice to a whisper.

"Go on man, you've got a shot, you could do a lot worse than Heather. . ."


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>Confused for a moment, Tsundue whispers back:

"Huh? Kieran I'm not going to do that."

>Trying to keep focusing on his cards again, Tsundue starts speaking at a normal volume again.

"Right… Just help me understand the rules while we play and I'll be fine."


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"Sticking to the rules as always, I see how it is man. . ."

>Kieran turns his focus to Tsundue's cards.

"You've got a good hand, you should probably raise, that's a good pair you've got."

>Turning back to his own cards, Kieran leans back and announces:

"I'm folding."


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"I don't think looking at my hand and loudly announcing what I should do is really a proper way to teach me the game…"

>Tsundue stares at his cards, thinking about whether or not to follow Kieran's advice. After a few moments he places his cards down.

"I'm also folding. I don't want to upset anyone by cheating."


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"Come on man, it's not cheating! Right guys?"

>Several people around the table mumble in agreement.

"You're a complete newbie, gotta learn the ropes still. How about we start over again, new round, not like we're betting money anyway."

>The table murmurs in agreement before everyone else folds, and a new hand is dealt.

"Happier now, Treng?"


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"Uh.. I guess."

>Tsundue quietly takes his new cards and waits for his turn.


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>Below the North Pacific Ocean

>T-Minus: 5 Days, 12 Hours

>A school of salmon swims past the window of Kieran and Tsundue's room as Kieran lies down on his bed, looking at a picture on his phone.

>Flicking over to another picture, Kieran speaks up to get Tsundue's attention.

"Hey, Treng, I need to go the restroom but I got Heather coming round in a bit to chat, could you let her in if I'm still out when she gets here?"


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>Tsundue looks up from his own phone for a brief moment.

"I suppose."

>He goes back to what he was doing, paying no real mind to Kieran's intentions.


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"Great, thanks!"

>Kieran jumps off from his bed, putting his phone down and walking outt the door, closing it after him.

>After a few moments, a quiet knock comes from the door as someone waits outside.

>When the door opens, the familiar figure of Heather is standing there.

"Oh, hey Tsundue, is Kieran here? He said he had something to show me."


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>Tsundue looks up from his phone, and then sits up in his bed.

"Hello. I believe Kieran went to the restroom. Hopefully he won't take long."


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>Heather looks around the room, then awkwardly steps in, the door closing behind her.

"Oh ok, I'll just wait here for a bit then. . ."

>Heather stands in silence for a few moments, then says:

"Wow, Kieran's sure taking a long time. . ."

>Heather awkwardly stands silent for a few more moments.

"So. . . do you think we'll discover anything cool down here, Tsundue?"


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>Tsundue suddenly lights up at the mention of potential discoveries.

"Oh yes! Absolutely! These waters are practically an alien world themselves!"

>Tsundue begins to go on a little rant about the wonders of the ocean and the potential discoveries they will make at their destination.


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"Oh. . . wow. . ."

>Heather seems a little surprised by Tsundue's reaction.

"I. . . uh. . . see why the captain picked you. You're certainly. . . enthusiastic about this mission. You almost have her beat with that excitement."

>Heather looks at the door.then thinks for a moment.

"Kieran's taking a long time, I'm gonna just look outside for a moment to see if he's anywhere near."

>Heather walks over to the door, trying to open it, only to find it's locked from the outside.

"Huh. . ."

>Heather tries to open the door again, finding no luck.

"Weird, the door's locked, you didn't lock it, did you Tsundue?"


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>Tsundue walks over to the door and begins trying to open it, only for it to not budge.

"What? I didn't even know it could be locked from the outside like this."

>He begins to knock against the door.

"Hello? Kieran? Are you out there? Can you hear me? The door is locked! Hello?"


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"They normally can't. . ."

>Heather puts her ear against the door to listen for a response to Tsundue's questions. When she hears nothing, she moves it away.

"No one there. . ."

>Heather thinks for a moment, then curses under her breath.

"Fucking. . . Kieran locked the door. He invited me here and then left just before I got here so he could lock us in the room together. . ."

>Heather bangs on the door.

"7 minutes in heaven is for high schoolers, Kieran!"

>Sighing, Heather moves away fromt he door and sits down on Kieran's bed.

"I swear, the man's obsessed with getting everyone together, but he can't work out basic things about people. . ."

>Heather groans.

"I am. . . so sorry Tsundue, I should've never told Kieran I broke up just before we set off, then he wouldn't have tried to set us up. . ."

>Heather pauses for a moment, then sighs.

"Don't worry, by the way, I wouldn't try to make a move on you even if you wanted me to, I owe too much to the captain to cause drama on the ship. . ."

"Besides, you don't look at girls that way, do you. . ?"

>The final question is phrased in a way that allows it to be rhetorical if Tsundue doesn't want to answer it.


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>Tsundue looks at Heather for a moment, his face turning a slight shade of red.

"Uh.. no. No I do not."

>He turns his attention back to the door, and tries to bang on it.

"Kieran? Hello? Are you there!? Hello? Unlock the door! Do it now please!"


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"Hey, no need to be embarassed Tsundue, it's perfectly normal - locking two of your friends in a room so they hook up is weird!"

>The last part is shouted at the door.

"I don't think he's there, probably gone to the mess or something to have a victory drink because of his 'amazing' plan - only thing we can do is just sit here and wait."


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"Kieran is… how do you say… not the sharpest tool in the shed? Yes?"

>Tsundue turns around and walks over to his bed, sitting down on the edge of it.

"I think I will be bringing this up to the captain when we get out of here."


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"If intelligence is a shed, Kieran's a worn hammer. . ."

>Heather laughs.

"Definitely going to report this to the captain though, she needs to have words with him before he gets someone hurt."


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"Most definitely."

>Tsundue leans back a bit, letting out a sigh.

"Sometimes I envy those Meta-Humans that can smash through rock or move like a ghost. Then we could get out of here."


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"Yeah, shame we've not got any like that on board. . ."

>Heather leans back on the bed and sighs.

"Captain's one though, so that's neat, then again how couldn't she be with those wings? Don't think it's anything other than that."

"I heard some of the electrical guys are Metas, could just be a rumor though."


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>Tsundue scratches his head.

"I doubt anyone but the captain is one. They're rare enough that even the odds of the captain being a Meta-Human were extremely low."

>Tsundue looks to the door again.

"…I hope Kieran doesn't take long. I think I actually have to go to the restroom…"


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"Don't say that, you'll make me want to go too. . ."

>As Tsundue stares at the door, the distinctive sound of the lock disengaging comes from it, and it opens to reveal Kieran standing outside of it, looking pleased with himself.

"'sup guys, how's it going? Getting on well?"


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>Tsundue suddenly jumps up, appearing uncharacteristically angry. He rushes over to Kieran and points his finger at him.

"I am reporting you to the captain."

>He immediately stomps around Kieran, not giving him a chance to react as he begins to head towards the captain's location.


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"H-hey. . . woah. . ."

>Kieran is thrown off by Tsundue's response, and calls down the corridor after him.

"Hey man, I was just trying to hel-"

>Kieran is interupted by Heather grabbing him by his shirt, and pulling his face down so she can look into his eyes, annoyed.

"That, was not ok, I told you about my breakup in confidence, I don't need you to play weird hookup games for me, got it? Besides, Tsundue. . ."

>Heather looks down the corridor at Tsundue's disappearing form.

". . .never mind, work it out yourself, idiot. I've gotta go report you too."

>Heather lets go of the man, causing him to stumble.

"Hey Tsundue, wait for me, I'm coming with you."

>Heather storms off down the corridor in Tsundue's direction.

"What the hell. . ."
>Command Deck.

>The Captain stands on an observation on the bridge, slightly elevated to allow her to watch each of the functions of the ship that are controlled from the bridge with ease. Her gaze is focussed on what is outside of the window, as several schools of fish pass by, illuminated by the lights on the front of the ship.

>As she watches the fish, the captain makes notes in a battered old notebook with pages of different sizes and colours indicating that it has been modified over the years that the captain has owned it.

>Hearing the door to the bridge open, the captain looks over her shoulder to see Tsundue and Heather entering.

"Lieutenant Trengwa, Lieutenant Parker, you're both off-duty right now, aren't you? What brings you to the bridge?"


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>Tsundue stops, and takes a moment to collect himself. He then looks directly at the captain.

"Captain. I'm sorry to bother you, but this is important. Midshipman Brown had just locked Lieutenant Parker and I in my quarters to try and force us to… engage with each other."

>Tsundue looks embarrassed for a moment, before clearing his throat.

"He must be reprimanded at once. This is unacceptable behavior."


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>The Captain narrows her eyes.

"Is this true, Lieutenant Parker?"

>Heather nods.

"Yes captain."

>The Captain sighs.

"This is a serious and. . ."

>She looks at Tsundue again.

". . .private matter, come with me to my ready room."

>The Captain looks over the bridge, then presses a button on her chair.

"Commander Swart, your presence is required on the bridge to take command while I handle a crew matter. . ."

>Taking her finger off the button, the Captain addresses the person on the helm controls.

"Lieutenant Commander el-Rahman, you have the conn until Commander Swart arrives."

"Aye Captain."

>The Captain then guides Tsundue and Heather to a small, somewhat cramped room off the side of the bridge, and takes a seat at the head of the room, indicating for the pair to take a seat.

"Now, Lieutenant Trengwa, Lieutenant Parker, if you would care to elaborate further - with as much detail as you are able."


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>After taking a seat, Tsundue immediately begins the explanation.

"For this entire trip Midshipman Brown has been attempting to set up Lieutenant Parker and I together, despite our disinterest."

>He pauses for a moment, debating on elaborating on why he's disinterested. Ultimately he decides not to.

"Today it culminated in him lying to Lieutenant Parker and I in order to lure her to my quarters, before leaving the room and locking it from the outside in some attempt to get us to… well… I'm sure you can imagine what he wanted."

>Tsundue looks extremely upset.

"This is a professional environment, and such juvenile behavior should not be tolerated."


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>The Captain looks at Heather, who nods.

"What Lieutenant Trengwa says is correct, captain."

>The Captain sighs.

"You are quiet correct in your assessment, Lieutenant Trengwa, and I assure you that I will not take these allegations lightly. . ."

"Of course, Midshipman Brown must be given an opportunity to defend himself, but given some of his prior behavior, I have little doubt that your story is mostly correct. For now. . ."

>The Captain looks at Tsundue.

"Lieutenant Trengwa, do you require a temporary room transfer while the investigation is pending?"


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"Yes Captain. I would appreciate that greatly."

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