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Post by Merc on Oct 12, 2015 18:34:04 GMT -5
Well this was certainly interesting. The alien bounty hunter known as Merc was being led through the "streets" of Atlantis, towards the palace, where he was supposed to be meeting with the royal family. Apparently, there was an issue with one of the cousins of the family. The young princeling had gone missing, and the king of Atlantis' forces were currently overly occupied with guarding the city from any attempts from those Augury Soldiers causing havoc on the surface world. The king worried that the soldiers somehow got ahold of the princeling, and apparently wanted to task Merc with finding out the truth, and if possible, bringing the boy home.
The large doors swung open, and Merc was led in by the four trident wielding, breast plate armored royal guards. The bounty hunter's daggers rested, sheathed at each hip, and his eyes remained lowered to the floor. Despite being an alien, he was well aware of the traditions of royalty. He did his homework before all jobs. Typically, when addressing royalty, you didn't speak until spoken to, or look at them until bidden to do so. He wasn't one hundred percent sure if that was the case here or not, but better safe than sorry. It was always the right thing to respect the man who brought you into his home. "You are the one they call Merc," the king announced. "Rise," he said when the bounty hunter knelt before the king. "I am," he said strongly as he stood, finally looking up at the king. The throne was massive, big enough to have fit two or three men of the king's size. Humans did like things oversized though, not that these people were exactly human. "And you're aware of the job that I would request of you? Do you accept the terms and the payment?" the king commanded as much as asked. "I am, and I accept," Merc responded.
The king stepped down from his seat and handed a few pictures to the bounty hunter, encased in a watertight folder to protect it when he left. "This will tell you everything you need to know. There is one thing however." The king turned to one of the guards. "Bring my daughter," he commanded, and the guard went immediately. "My daughter grows restless here, and I would have her learn of the surface world. If she is to one day rule Atlantis, she should know the lesser parts of the world that she is the majority leader of. I want you to take her with you." As the king of Atlantis, this man ruled two thirds of the entire planet. It was difficult to deny any request of him, particularly when he was a renowned diplomat respected by nearly every country on Earth. To be honest, Merc preferred to work alone, but in this case, he just nodded his acceptance of the terms.
The door swung open again, with the returning guard leading a young woman into the palace throne room. The king's facial expression told Merc that this was indeed the daughter he'd spoken of. Merc turned and bowed in respect to her, waiting for her and her father to speak further.
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Post by Naiad on Oct 26, 2015 23:03:31 GMT -5
Darya had been pacing in the hall outside. Something had to be done. Jakai has been taken by someone, she just knew it. Sure, he was a bit of an irresponsible man-child, but she knew deep down that something had happened. They were close to the same age (he a few years younger), and had grown up mostly together. Something had gone wrong, and it was probably the fault of those surface-dwellers. That was part of the source of her irritation. Her father had insisted on hiring one of those men from the surface to help her with tracking Jak down. Darya was not happy about that at all, and many hours had been spent arguing with her father about how she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. In the end, of course, it had come down to the fact that he was the king. She could boss around just about anyone else in the seven seas, but never him. Even once she was queen, most likely. That old man was even more stubborn than she was, and that was saying something. It definitely ran in the family.
Finally, one of the guards opened the door and summoned her inside. After waiting a moment for the man to hold the door open for her, she strolled into the throne room. Her eyes first went to the stranger, examining him for a moment before turning her attention to her father. “There you are, my dear. This man is known as Merc. He will aid you in your search for your cousin.” Darya pursed her lips. At the very least, she could ditch the guy once they left Atlantis and go off on her own. Maybe she would even offer the guy a bribe to keep quiet about it just in case he was the kind of person who would tell her father what she’d done. “...I will be contacting you periodically to check on you two and see how things are going.” Dammit. She could swear he was a mind reader. “Father, that is unnecessary. I am no longer a child.”
Resisting the urge to argue in front of a stranger, she bit back her retort at her father’s next comment about how she’d never left Atlantis and obviously needed a guide to make her way in the human world. There was no winning. The young woman sighed and bowed before her father. “Yes, my king.” That brought a true frown to the man’s lips. Stern he may be, but he disliked hearing his daughter treat him so formally. Darya straightened after finishing her bow. “We should prepare to depart,” she said to the strange man before turning away and leaving the throne room, trusting in him to follow. There wasn’t much that she figured she would need for this journey, but she didn’t want to leave without being prepared. The first stop for her would definitely be the armory.
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Post by Merc on Nov 3, 2015 17:42:31 GMT -5
Merc was absolutely not going to get in the middle of arguing royalty. Though it seemed to be less of an argument and more an ultimatum, really. The princess couldn't deny her father's wishes. Hearing that the king would be contacting them periodically, he knew that she wouldn't be able to just ditch him if that was her plan. To be honest, Merc didn't want some entitled, prissy child working with him, but he wasn't going to argue with the man who ruled two thirds of the entire planet. Only a fool would. The bounty hunter noticed the frown on the face of the king when his daughter referred to him as "my king." He could understand completely why the king wouldn't like that. It was the only time he could ever imagine those words feeling disrespectful. That wasn't to say that he thought she was being disrespectful, though.
He simply nodded when she said they should prepare to leave. She didn't give him the chance to say anything else though. But it didn't really matter. He knew that she'd be upset, maybe even angry, about the whole thing. It seemed that she wanted to do this job alone, or at the very least not have to have a tag along for the entire journey. He followed her outside, to wherever she would go. The guards stopped him at what appeared to be an armory. "I guess I'll just wait outside," he said with a sharp witted tone. It wasn't like it mattered to him really. He had the only weapons that he needed. Likely, she was going to retrieve hers. It's not like a princess would need to carry weapons within the sanctity of her own kingdom.
Truth be told, he very seriously considered not taking this job. He knew he'd be at a disadvantage the entire time, but again, if truth be told, the challenge of it was too much to resist. Any mercenary worth his salt did love a challenge, and the alien bounty hunter was as good as they got. The king had chosen wisely. Maybe, just maybe the princess would warm up to him. He could see them being friends. After all, they had a vaguely similar background. Both were bred from youth to be what they currently were. Maybe they could find some common ground in their travels.
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Post by Naiad on Nov 6, 2015 22:28:46 GMT -5
While Darya was not entirely thrilled by the fact that the guards were stopping the mercenary from entering the armory, she could understand it. Some of their best-kept secrets were hidden in there, things that should only be seen by Atlanteans. When the man’s deep voice commented about how he would have to stay there, she turned to look at him. It was the first time she’d really bothered to give the man a more detailed once-over. She hadn’t realized that he was such a big man. She was used to being on fairly even terms with the majority of men in terms of height, but this one practically towered over her. Not to mention his looks, which were certainly nothing to overlook. It would take some getting used to, but it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Not a bad thing at all, actually. “I won’t be long…” she promised before turning and walking into the armory.
This room was quite familiar to her now after having spent so much of her life exploring every nook and cranny of this great city. She went directly to the place where she knew her personal weapons were kept. There was not much, just a single blade that was an heirloom. It had been passed down in her family for generations. But even more important than that was the ring she took off a nearby cushion and slipped onto the middle finger of her right hand. This small break gave Darya a chance to clear her head a bit. Her anger dissipated somewhat, and she realized that for better or worse, she would be stuck with this mercenary until they recovered her cousin. It would be better for her to be civil at least, so there was some hope of them getting through this in one piece.
It was only a few minutes before she was in front of him once more. “I apologize for the wait.” She eyed him again briefly before she turned back toward the road that led to the Great Tunnel. “Did you come in your own vessel, or did my father fetch you in one of ours?” she asked the man. They were at the bottom of one of the deepest parts of the ocean. It would be best if she could accompany him on his trip to the surface so they could get to know each other a bit better. Perhaps come up with a plan to find Jakai. But that would not be possible if he’d come down to the city in a one-man craft of some kind.
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Post by Merc on Nov 14, 2015 14:53:37 GMT -5
Merc heard her call back that she wouldn't be long. Honestly, he found that he didn't mind watching her walk in there. "No worries," he stated flatly. It really didn't matter that much after all. She had to get what she needed, and it made sense to the bounty hunter that the people would want to keep something secret from him. He didn't exactly have an all access pass, after all. He figured that she needed to get her weapons, considering that he hadn't seen any on her to begin with. He was usually a pretty sharp eye when it came to that. She was right though, she wasn't gone long. He nodded when she apologized for the wait, even though the apology wasn't necessary. He understood too, that she wasn't happy about having to be with someone on her mission. It was something they'd both have to push aside and deal with, as he wasn't used to working with a partner either.
"I came in one of yours," he answered. "But mine is above water. It's roomy enough, and climate controlled, so you should be comfortable." He understood as well the reluctance of the king to have a foreign vehicle in the middle of his city. It would no doubt bring about suspicion from the inhabitants of Atlantis, and the last thing any good king wanted was unrest and rumors. The ride back up was as smooth as he remembered the ride down being, and they were shortly after at his craft. He opened it remotely and let her step across first. She was a princess after all, and should be treated as such. As soon as they were in the craft, the comm system came on and the king's face came on the vid screen. Merc didn't really like the breach there, but clearly Atlantean tech was just as advanced as most alien tech. The king stated the last known location of Jakai, and that it was somewhere near the coast of the city, where some rubble had caved into the water from the battle of Manhattan. He then left a be safe comment to his daughter.
"I guess that's where we'll start then," he stated after the king's face left the screen. Merc hadn't been here that long, so he still wasn't overly sure of where everything was. He might have to rely on her for that, but for now, he had the coordinates, and his vessel started off that way. The nav-computer showed that it would be about a thirty minute ride until they got there. "I think that we should probably have a look around the location first. Maybe there will be some sort of clue....or something, that might give us some inclination of where he might be. What do you think?" He'd also have to rely on her knowledge of Jakai, since he'd never met the princeling before.
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Post by Naiad on Nov 27, 2015 22:13:11 GMT -5
“Do not worry yourself about my comfort. I’m sure I will be fine.” Once they reached the tunnel, one of the pilots transported them back to the surface. It was better this way, so that they wouldn’t have to leave a vessel at the surface. Darya could always call for a ride when it was time for her to come home. Or she would just swim back. That wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe she would just do that. It was so rare that she got to spend a good deal of time in the open oceans. Not nearly as much as she would want to. Then again, she was the future queen and that meant she had lots of responsibilities. Leisurely swims would not be a big part of her future. It was probably better for her to get used to that now. She both understood the rationale behind that sentiment, and resented it. This trip was the closest she was ever likely to get to real freedom before the weight of the crown was pressed upon her.
As he’d promised, his vehicle was roomy and pleasant enough. Obviously it was very different from the kind of transportation Darya was used to, so she looked at everything with a degree of curiosity and interest. No questions escaped her, though. This man was undoubtedly as thrilled to have her as a tag along as she was for the same reason. Since they’d had no real choice in the matter, she hoped that they would be able to at least work together. Maybe even get along. It was hard to say, though, since very few words had been exchanged between them so far. Her father’s face appeared with the latest information about the whereabouts of her cousin, and she sighed softly. He always had liked getting closer to the human cities than was advisable. From there, anything could have happened to him. For all they knew he’d gotten caught in a fishing net or something.
“That does seem like the most logical starting point,” she responded after a moment of thought. Clues might be difficult for them to find, but since this involved the water there might be some friends of hers around that may have seen or heard something. “I don’t see any real alternative. I just hope we are able to find something.” She frowned as she thought of all the possibilities of things that may have happened to her cousin. Had it been an accident, or something more sinister? There was no real way to know until they got to the coast.
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Post by Merc on Jan 1, 2016 18:18:06 GMT -5
The alien just shrugged when the princess said not to worry about her comfort. He was just being polite, really. But he could understand why she would be so on edge. He would be too if one of his family members had gone missing. There was only one way to kill her demeanor, and that was to find the princeling. More accurately, to find him safe and as unharmed as possible. So it was on their way, moving at great speeds in his multi terrain vehicle. He didn't said anything the rest of the way, because there was nothing that he could say that would ease the situation. He could tell her all day that they'd find Jakai, but there was no way he could guarantee that. Merc didn't make empty promises.
They got to the wreckage that was the first location very quickly. Merc opened the hatch of the vehicle and left it idling, hopping out and using his jet boots to land on the metal of the wreckage. It appeared to be a destroyed submarine. "Your father mentioned that Jakai could be a bit of a hot head," he said in passing, looking for her input on that. Her father did seem to have a way of exaggeration that only a king could get away with. Of course, most people in power did. Merc continued to look around at the wreckage, and he saw some markings that were very odd. He couldn't place them himself, but they appeared to be marks from weapons of Atlanteans. But why would her race attack a submarine. The sub had American detailing. "U.S. military?" he asked himself. It still didn't add up. More to the point, there being no corpses really didn't add up.
He looked over to the princess, to see what she was looking at, or what she was doing. Maybe she'd be more knowledgable about what the markings were than he was. Or maybe she'd have found something else that he didn't see. "You got anything over here, princess? Got a bit you should see over here."
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Post by Naiad on Jan 9, 2016 21:39:49 GMT -5
It was strange being on the surface. Almost to the point of being distracting. She was used to being in the ocean’s depths. The change in pressure would take some getting used to. So would the light. Atlantean technology lit the city well enough, but it was nowhere near as bright as the sun. She kept blinking, squinting as her eyes adjusted. Hopefully this would not affect her ability to notice clues, but she had to admit it was a possibility for now. At least to herself. She would never admit something like that to her father, or to this man who’d been assigned to escort her around up here.
The wreckage didn’t make any sense. Darya was confused. There was no reason that she knew of for her people to attack any surface dwelling nation. Yet she could not deny that many of the markings on the submarine had been made by weapons invented by her father’s scientists. Her brows furrowed as she walked over to get a closer look. The situation did not appear to be any more pleasant no matter which angle she looked at it from. Atlanteans, or someone with access to their weapons, had attacked this vessel. The battle didn’t look like it had lasted very long, and it had been in fairly deep water. So what was the submarine doing up here on the surface? Most likely whoever had attacked it would hope that it sunk to the bottom of the ocean and wasn’t found for years. Luck was not with them in that case.
Speaking of the mercenary, he called out to her after a few minutes of them separating to search for clues. He had something that he wanted her to see, so she walked over in the direction of his voice. “Not much on the other side apart from some scouring marks that look like they’re from energy blasters. It doesn’t make any sense. What do you have?” she answered back when she was close enough not to have to yell. If all else failed, she could dive into the water and ask around. Some of the local wildlife may have seen what happened.
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Post by Merc on Feb 2, 2016 20:21:27 GMT -5
Merc was unaware of how many times the princess had been up to the surface. He imagined that the king would not have sent her had she no experience above the waterline, but desperate times often called for desperate measures. And a family member being missing was very much a desperate situation. He was so entrenched though in trying to figure out what had happened that he didn't really notice her trying to adjust. He could understand though. Earth had been very different for him at his first experience. Everything was so much brighter, the flora and fauna more diverse, the gravitational pull was even different. Not to mention that his planet's rotation was the opposite of Earth's. So his sense of time was extremely thrown off at first. So he knew what she'd be going through if indeed this was her first time above the surface.
She came over to him at his call, saying that blaster marks were really the only clue that she'd found. "What bothers me, as odd as it may sound, is that there are no corpses anywhere. There is no way in Hell that a battle like this could have gone down without people dying." It just didn't make any sense to the bounty hunter. This world's people were odd as well. "Where I come from, the bodies are left in the field of battle for a few days. It's sort of a cultural respect thing. They died on the battlefield, they should be left there to honor them. Here....I've seen some messed up things done to corpses here." It wasn't a dig at anyone, it was just a statement. Blaster weapons could be from either surface dwellers or Atlanteans, but the truth was that the Atlanteans' blaster weapons were more effective. "There's a couple spots where the blasters actually pierced the hull. Human blasters are that strong." Maybe the submarine had attacked them, thinking that there was some sort of threat incoming.
For a brief moment as she came over, he couldn't help but to stare at her. He quickly averted his gaze, hoping that she hadn't noticed that. He knelt down to run his finger along one of the blaster burns that had penetrated the hull. "Damn." He shook his head and looked back up to her, then shrugged.
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Post by Naiad on Feb 15, 2016 1:20:55 GMT -5
“What bothers me is why the submarine is all the way back up here at the surface when the battle undoubtedly took place below. If the government here brought it up somehow, they could have removed any bodies. But then it would logically follow that this whole area would be under lockdown while they hunted for more clues.” It didn’t seem like there had been any other people around here yet. Perhaps the government had already been here, scrubbed the place relatively clean. She had a hard time believing they would just leave the remains of the submarine lying around. So the more likely alternative was that the government was on its way. They were undoubtedly searching for the missing vessel. That meant they would probably have to hurry, find any clues as to the whereabouts of her cousin, and get out of the area.
Seeing the holes in the hull made Darya’s eyes narrow. Atlanteans should not be attacking vessels of the surface dwellers, no matter what. With their knowledge of the deep sea and superior maneuverability in those depths, there was no reason for anything other than evasion if there was an attack. “Keep looking for clues up here. I’m going to go ask some friends…” She quickly stripped off her weapons and her boots. As an Atlantean, her clothing was specifically designed to allow her to move easily in water, and that was exactly what she was planning to do. She walked to the edge and dove in. The water was still fairly shallow here, but there was a decent dropoff not far away that would allow her more maneuverability. And provide her with more wildlife to ask.
Maybe the mercenary would think she was crazy. After all, talking to fish was not exactly something that any Atlantean could do. It was a gift that she’d been born with, and one that she intended to use now to find out what the hell had gone on here. And whether or not Jakai had been involved. She hoped to the gods that he hadn’t taken part in the attack. That would be rather difficult to explain to the surface dwellers when they came knocking on the doors of Atlantis for answers.
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Post by Merc on Apr 20, 2016 19:52:27 GMT -5
"That is troubling," the bounty hunter remarked. "I wouldn't put anything past a government though." A bit of his alien accent came through in his words, but Merc took a deep breath and steadied himself. He didn't like governments much, in truth. They did little more than stand in the way of an honest living. In most cases anyway. "Still…this is not a good situation, regardless of the outcome."
He nodded when she said she was going to go ask some friends what they saw. Hopefully that would get them some more information to go on. He wasn't quite sure why she took off her boots and weapons to dive, but he figured that she wouldn't need them down there anyway. As an Atlantean, she had a modicum of control over marine life. There were always those creatures that were so chaotic that there was no control over them, but they were few and far between. That was, to his knowledge anyway.
Though a warlike culture, he also knew that the Atlanteans were inherently a peaceful people. It didn't make sense to the bounty hunter that the princeling would be a part of the attack. But it also was pretty easy to know that only a force such as them could attack a human submarine and leave no evidence behind. "Oh, shit," he said softly, as he knelt down and picked up a strand of hair that he'd just seen. The hair was blonde. Most Atlanteans were darker skinned and brown of hair, but the description of Jakai was the opposite. He hoped that it wasn't his hair, but he'd have to wait for the princess to come back up to show her.
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Post by Naiad on May 17, 2016 21:59:49 GMT -5
It was such a confusing situation. Darya really wasn’t sure quite what to think. Nothing really made much sense. That was why it was so important for her to travel below the waves to find answers. If she got lucky, maybe she would be able to find some sea creature who’d at least seen how the submarine made it to the surface. Ideally she’d find something that had seen the battle, but she figured that was extremely unlikely. The battle most likely took place deep beneath the surface. Despite how fast a swimmer she was, she didn’t want to take that much time and keep her companion waiting.
Once she’d reached the dropoff, Darya closed her eyes and began to concentrate. Any sea creature within range of her telepathy would hear her call. If any of them had seen Prince Jakai, or the submarine, they would come to her. Hopefully quickly. She wanted answers as soon as possible. Patience had never really been one of her bigger virtues.
It was a while before she’d made her way back to the surface. Hopefully the mercenary didn’t mind having to wait a little. She climbed back up onto the submarine to find the man more or less where she’d left him. “I couldn’t get a lot of information,” she explained while she rung out her wet hair. “The submarine was blown out of the water during the attack. That explains some of the damage to the underside.” Her hair wasn’t completely dry yet, but she released it so that she could slip her shoes back on. “Were you able to find anything else?”
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Post by Merc on Jul 14, 2016 22:04:20 GMT -5
Merc had no issue with waiting for her to do her thing. Patience was something that he was quite good at. It was part of his job, really. Being a bounty hunter required a lot of that. There were many times that he was forced to wait for something. At least this time it was a beautiful woman he was waiting for. Not that he would tell her that's what she was, of course. What sense would that make? He was nothing anywhere near her speed when it came to that sort of thing. Not only that, but he was an alien, of a race that generally didn't have sexual feelings. Reproduction was more a duty than a passionate thing on his home planet. But it was whatever.
When she came back up, he'd only found a few more scorch marks on the hull of the submarine. "Blown out of the water, you say? That had to be some kind of heavy weapon," he answered when she told him what she'd found. It did indeed explain some of the damage to the hull. But what kind of weapon could do such a thing? Weren't these submarines built to be as tough as tanks? That's what he'd seen in his prior research anyway. "No. I haven't found anything else except these scorch marks....." he started to say before something else caught his eye.
He knelt down and pulled a small piece of cloth that he'd previously not seen. It was just within one of the scorch marks. "Does Atlantis have the type of technology that could vaporize an enemy?" he asked her, thinking that maybe someone had been vaporized. That sort of thing could have caused the markings on the hull. He handed her the cloth. It had a very regal feel, very well made. Possibly royal clothing?
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Post by Naiad on Aug 13, 2016 16:10:19 GMT -5
Darya shrugged. “That is what the eels said. Something shot the submarine out of the water. They’re fairly simple creatures, but they admitted that they’d never seen anything like it.” Some kinds of fish were certainly prone to exaggeration, and she was very aware of that fact. Mammals like dolphins or whales tended to give very useful information, but it did not appear that there were any in the area who’d seen what happened. Maybe word would pass along and another lead would come along later.
The princess froze when the handsome mercenary pulled a piece of clothing from a jagged edge of the hull. She paled slightly. “That looks like…” She stepped toward him to take hold of one of the corners, feeling it between her fingertips. “Jakai’s cloak. It has to be.” He may not have been the one wearing that item of clothing, but it had definitely belonged to the prince at one point or another. “You think he was vaporized?” Her eyes focused on him. “Nothing in the Atlantean arsenal that I am aware of would be capable of doing something like this.” It was hard to look at him when she felt like she could burst into tears at any moment, so she looked away. She and her cousin had not always been close, but the very real possibility that he was now dead weighed heavily on her heart.
After taking another look at the damage, she pursed her lips in thought. “There was a scientist, banished from Atlantis nearly ten years ago. No one knows where he disappeared to, but if anyone was capable of taking our technology and weaponizing it further, it would be Dr. Tyki.” She didn’t know much about the man herself, but if Jakai was dead and that scientist had been responsible, she was going to move heaven and earth to find that evil bastard.
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Post by Merc on Apr 23, 2017 20:37:37 GMT -5
"Eels?" Merc asked, before sudden realization hit him. Earth based marine life. He'd learned about them through vids. Apparently the different animal types had their own personalities too. Interesting. It seemed that the marine life worked much like the surface life. The people too. The king seemed very high on himself, like his shit didn't stink. But his daughter didn't seem that way at all. And she was determined to figure out this mystery. Probably only because it was family, but still. It was something that Merc respected, dedication.
She moved closer when she saw the fabric in the bounty hunter's hands. So it was the prince's cloak. "The fabric? It's odd. Is it something that only Atlantean royalty wears?" It was something that he wasn't sure about, one of the few things left out of the detailed reports he'd been given. In retrospect, it didn't seem like a detail that would really matter that much anyway. But maybe it would now that it came up. "Vaporized? No, I don't think so. There aren't any similar markings on the cloth to the submarine. Whatever is going on, I figure he's still alive. Worth more alive, right?" It made sense. Maybe there would be a ransom demand eventually. He noted her momentary weakness, and it bothered him a bit. He reached out and gently touched her arm. "I'm sure he's okay. We'll find him," he said, trying to reassure her.
"Dr Tyki?" He had seen that name in the reports, but he didn't really know anything about him other than his level of intelligence being up there with the smartest men in the world. "What do you know about him? Everything. No detail is too small."
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