. . .
"We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far."
–H.P. Lovecraft
. . .
"Doctor Origami, so glad you could make it," one of the commanding officers greeted me as soon as I made it in the office, "...the Submerged sent a distress signal fifteen minutes ago."
"Why? Isn't Captain Riley the one manning the crew on that sub? What the hell is going on? It's chaos back there! The newbies are getting cold feet on me," Captain Tomes, an older gent I've only seen a handful of times around HQ complained as soon as he stormed in behind me.
"Hull breach is the likely reason as far as we know, Captain," the commanding officer answered, his voice stern, "They went radio silence since then... it is most likely their communications are down by this point, so we are at a loss as you are."
"What do you need us for, sir?" I asked.