Rift
Threat
Death comes on the wings of a Dragon
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Post by Rift on May 13, 2006 10:26:44 GMT -5
Off the Coast of Hong Kong, 4:30 PM
A military submarine traversed to darkened depths slowly, radar, sensors, and other monitoring equipment scanning for any sign of their prey.
“Anything?” asked the Captain from the control area.
The young Marine nodded, “Plenty Sir, but nothing large enough to be our large friend.”
“Continue scanning. We’ll make a pass over the trench then inform HQ that we’re calling it a day. We can't be caught out here, after all they'd pitch a bitch if they knew how many treaties we've broken going this far in.”
Suddenly the aquatic vehicle lurched.
“What the hells going on?” asked the Captain.
“Sir it…” came the voice of the young tech before fading into static.
Rushing to the periscope the captain stared out at a dark figure.
“Damn! We must have hit a rock or…”
The crunching of metal as clawed hands grasped the vessel cut him short.
Suddenly a huge eye filled his vision. His frightened yelp remained frozen in his throat as a large, drill-like object tore the sub to pieces, the reactor core exploding as it was pierced.
As the glow dissipated, Alastor stirred, awakened form his slumber by the intruders.
Above the waters bubbled, the ocean appearing to boil from beneath. Frightened schools of fish scattered as the large draconic creature pierced the water’s surface, his red and black scales glistening in the sunlight as he began to make his way towards land.
[end]
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