All Chapters of The Alpha Protocol: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Half an hour later, we sat at our stations in the steel lungs. The heavy, transparent helmets of the Kokon suits were locked. I circumcised the control cross while the hydraulic cranes of the abyssals slowly lifted from the platform and above the shining black abyss of put in position inner oceans. Thalassa stood at the edge of the dock, her trident rested in her hand. She raised the hand to greet. “Don’t be able to devour your depths,” her guilt voice over the External radio in our helmets. “The generators are at minus six thousand meters. Open the flood valves when you exceed the threshold.’ The hooks broke. The steel lungs fell. Go! We broke through the surface of the black ocean. The Emerald Green Light our new hydro turbines immediately lit up and braked our case Water. We floated in absolute darkness, only enlightened by the luminous Headlights of our own ship. “Opening fill valves,” I ordered. My voice trembled easily. Zisch! Icey, pitch black water flowed thr

The exit from the steel lungs to the bottom of the trench was a psychological Nightmare. When the outer bulkhead opened, the weight of an entire ocean pressed my shoulders. The abyssal suit was audible, the titanium rings at my Joints moaned under the thousand tons of water pressure. Running felt as if you were trying to move in slow motion through liquid concrete. It was dark. Only the shoulder lamps of our suits and the grellen Front headlights of the steel lungs brightened the oppressive scenery. Silas and Nova remained as a fuse on the ship, while Kael and I went on the way to the central Control relays of generators made. “The water down here is dead,” Kael whispered by radio. He went close to me, his Steps hard and steady. His gaze was vigilant through the cloudy, yellow wet. ‘lead close to me, Jada. The parasite is not dead. He has only withdrawn.” We reached the ankle of the gigantic main generator. The massive titanium Gears that should actually pump the water t

Thalassa led us through the damp, metallic corridors from Atlantis to the highest point of the gigantic glass dome. We entered the “Sonar observatory” – a huge, darkened space, the directly under the ceiling dome. There was no normal telescope. The all the soil consisted of a liquid, reflective mercury basin in which the weak seismic and electromagnetic waves of the outside world as on a giant canvas. “When the seas evaporated, the dense sulphur mist dazzled the old satellites. Plants of humanity,” explained Thalassa, while at the edge of the basin entered. “Our ancestors built this observatory, not with light, but with gravitational waves in the cosmos. We haven't had it for centuries more activated. But the restart of the generators has driven up the old relays.” She touched a polished titanium console. The mercury basin started vibrate. The liquid surface crawled, formed complex, geometric patterns and finally projected a three-dimensional, silicon hologram directly

The frozen resin in the connecting tunnel swallowed the light of our shoulder lamps almost completely. It was pitch-black, matt and covered by fine fractal Patterns reminiscent of ice flowers. “This is not a biological material in the classical sense,” Silas murmured about the Internal Com-Link. He stood close behind me and kept his diagnosis pad so close to the Resin that it almost touched the disc of his helmet. “It is a kind of crystalline Carbon compound. Extremely tight. It looks like something had the atmosphere the vessel absorbs, converts into this resin and thus seals the bulkheads.” “Is it combustible?” Nova asked pragmatically and left the heavy harpoon on her Dangle belt in vacuum. In weightlessness, she had on a modified Kinetic-Schrotflinte, whose repulsion is damped by Gyro stabilizers was. “Nothing burns here at minus an hundred and eighty degrees,” I replied and moved my thermal Vibro cutter from the belt. The abyssal upgrades worked in water, but in vac

My thermal Vibro-cutter feeds into the center of the mighty Command gates. There were no sparks in vacuum, only the dumped, mechanical Shake in my forearms while the high-frequency water through the century-old titanium cut. “They are trying to break the outer bulkhead!” Nova called on the internal radio. She had her rifle in the attack and stared at the heavy metal door behind us, in which the first dents have already been beaten. The empty weavers did not give up. ‘Mach go, boss!” “I am through!” I pressed out and turned off the cutter. Kael stepped in. With a powerful jerk he ripped the cut-open door wings apart. We pushed through and Kael pushed the wings right away together while I have the bolts with a fast welding point from my Plasma gun sealed. We turned around and our shoulder lamps glitted through the room. The command center of the First Fleet was a stummer, frozen scream. The Space was semicircular, dominated by a gigantic, intact Panoramic disc, which off