Thread: Exploring the Depths RP (NTI and Major Mario)

Now that all natural resources on the surface had either been contained by governments or rounded up and exhausted, the human race was in a pickle. They were nearly capable of true space travel and terraforming, but the greedy creatures needed more resources to see it happen. Given that the ocean was so vast and relatively untouched by human hands, efforts were made to scour the ocean floor for valuable materials. Some governments poured a lot of money and manpower into this project for the better of all humanity while others sat on their asses and made war with other nations. Freelancers, operating purely for the money, were ripe in this day and age and, with high-tech equipment at their disposal, they were making a killing harvesting resources and auctioning them off to the highest bidder. One team of Freelancers was eager to get to work. They had many names that didn't stick Frugal Five, Femme Five, Pent-Up Pentadames, Squad 7... After a few nights of heated arguments fueled by alcohol and stress all inane names were stricken from the records in favour of a bland 'Team Friedrich' given that the team leader, and most of the investment money, came from Germany. It was a sore spot for the other four members of the team, but they eventually got over it, shipped themselves off to the ocean in a large and impressive yacht and took to the floor with their high-tech drones and UMVs. Oh? That is... odd, Juni muttered as she noticed an error message springing up over her console. As the team leader and captain of the yacht, she was usually found in the control room with large computer screens bearing down on her at all angles. There should not be anything to impede you down there. The team had elected to send down an orange UMV to scout new territory. Seeing as the machine could go deeper than a normal human in a diving suit could, the team figured it would be crazy effective. Juni's previous doubts, repressed and unvoiced, came back to her as she tried to remotely free the orange submersible from whatever had it stuck. Reports came back that nothing was tangled around the propellers, and the camera feed failed to find anything that was keeping the sub still. There were cameras in the sub, yes, but they couldn't get at all angles and thus Kyra eluded detection. After a few minutes of listless silence the orange sub would ping as Juni, concerned about the integrity of the craft, requested for the ship to return to the surface for service. What's going on? Did we get something? Juni turned in her seat and regarded her energetic, redheaded friend with a small smile. Lucille was the most curious and optimistic member of the team and was usually called upon to undertake many diving operations. Though her enthusiasm was infectious and appreciated, Lucille was somewhat clumsy and tended to overlook fine details. Nein. It appears that our UMV has malfunctioned somehow. I have requested that it return to the surface. The German woman reached for her ear where a communicator was settled, but she hesitated and turned back to Lucille. Could you bring it into the bay and inspect it? I would have Isara handle it, but I do not wish to wake her just yet. Lucille snapped off a little salute and a sly grin. You got it cap'n. I'll let you know what's what. - - - - - The yacht was a large, impressive craft, but it wasn't primarily a luxury ship. It was outfitted for research and cargo purposes, and to see to that was a large bay in the mid-section that housed three submersibles, though one lot was vacant for obvious reasons. The ocean was beneath the bay and kept contained by a special combination of a forcefield and reinforced glass that slid apart to receive divers, UMVs and whatever else might approach for docking. Lucille, standing near the empty lot where the orange UMV was to surface in, patiently waited for the craft to return home. She honestly didn't expect anything much out of this task perhaps the rotors had frozen somehow underwater, or maybe something needed to be soldered back into place. Either way, Lucille would be ready in her form-fitting black and red jumpsuit, completely oblivious to any marine life that might approaching.