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It was here, in the cold reaches of space where no ocean should exist, that Captain Phineas Hargrove and his crew would encounter the unfathomable. The Abyssal Voyager was unlike any vessel ever conceived, a submarine built not merely for the pressures of the deep, but for the void between worlds. A marvel of human engineering, she cut through the heavens with the silent grace of a leviathan, her reinforced hull lined with a lattice of carbonic alloys that defied both crushing depths and cosmic oblivion. Within her steel womb, Captain Hargrove stood at the helm, one hand gripping the brass railing Ana Salinas that encircled the command deck, the other nursing a cup of lukewarm tea that had been the victim of a sudden gravity fluctuation. “Damnable thrusters,” Hargrove muttered, peering into the swirling mists of X-92’s atmosphere through the panoramic viewport. “Delacroix, remind me, did we requisition a mechanic who actually enjoys fixing things?” First Officer Lucinda “Lucky” Delacroix, a woman who had once piloted a cargo freighter through the heart of a collapsing asteroid field just to win a bar bet, glanced up from her instruments with an arched brow. “You did, Captain. His name is Tobias Grimsby, and he fixes things only under extreme duress or the promise of free liquor.” “Then we’ll have to ensure our rations include more of the latter,” Hargrove said, sighing. “Grimsby!” From below decks came the unmistakable clang of a wrench being thrown, followed by a string of colourful invectives and the disgruntled arrival of Chief Engineer Tobias Grimsby, his face smudged with grease, his overall pockets overflowing with half-dismantled components. “What in the blazes have you broken this time, Captain?” Captain Hargrove’s perilous voyage through the abyss of the stars “Nothing yet,” Hargrove said, “but our descent is proving... temperamental.” He gestured toward the viewport, where the ochre-hued clouds of X-92 swirled like an endless whirlpool, turbulent and hungry. “I’d rather not arrive at the ocean floor in a thousand separate pieces, if it can be helped.” Grimsby scoffed, rubbing his temples. “I suppose you’d prefer to remain in one large piece, then?” “A radical notion, I know.” Their conversation was interrupted by a sudden, piercing alarm. The ship shuddered violently, sending Hargrove’s ill-fated tea spiralling into the air before splattering across the deck. Lucky swore under her breath, fingers flying over the controls. “Something’s interfering with our descent! External forces ...unknown origin!” “Unknown forces?” Hargrove repeated. “I was under the impression that the only things below us were gas and water.” Professor Aldous Quigg, their resident xeno- archaeologist and a man whose monocle seemed permanently fogged by his own overexcitement, clapped his hands together. “Or perhaps something Ana Salinas beneath that gas and water, Captain! Something alive! ” As if in response, the ship lurched to port, the hull groaning as if pressed by an invisible hand. The dim lights flickered. A shadow, immense and shifting, glided past the viewport, obscured by the dense mists. The Abyssal Voyager was not alone. Grimsby’s voice was unusually quiet. “Tell me that was just a trick of the light.” Lucky’s expression darkened. “Either that... or something just decided to welcome us to X-92.” Another alarm blared. This time, the ship’s external sensors registered movement—something enormous rising from the depths below, accelerating toward them. The crew barely had time to react before a deep, resonant sound, neither entirely organic nor entirely mechanical, reverberated through the hull. It was a sound that did not belong in the silence of space, a sound that made the bones tremble and the mind race. Quigg leaned forward, breathless. “Gentlemen... I do believe we are being hailed.” Hargrove straightened his coat, squaring his Captain Hargrove’s perilous voyage through the abyss of the stars shoulders. He had braved cosmic storms, navigated black holes, and dined with the robotic aristocracy of Neptune’s third moon. And yet, something in the pit of his stomach told him that what awaited them beneath the waves of X-92 would be unlike anything humanity had ever known. With a roguish grin that masked the tension in his chest, he turned to his crew. “Well then, ladies and gentlemen. Let’s go say hello.” With a flick of a switch, the Abyssal Voyager plunged into the abyss. Ana Salinas I. The Abyssal Voyager was no ordinary vessel. Built for the unthinkable, she was a submarine that traversed the stars, her sleek frame designed to withstand both the crushing depths of distant oceans and the merciless void of space. And today, she was about to face her greatest challenge yet. Captain Phineas Hargrove, a man whose sense of adventure often bordered on reckless, stood at the helm, his polished boots planted firmly against the ever-present lurch of the ship. First Officer Lucinda “Lucky” Delacroix, navigator extraordinaire and devout coffee addict, sipped from a metal mug, watching the swirling mists of Gas Giant X-92 through the reinforced viewport. “Captain,” she drawled, “I Captain Hargrove’s perilous voyage through the abyss of the stars hope you’re wearing your finest coat. Because if we die today, I’d like to at least look respectable while the ship’s log records our final moments.” Hargrove smirked. “Ever the optimist, Lucky.” “Realist, Captain. If we survive, I’ll make us a celebratory pot of coffee. If we don’t, well... at least I won’t have to ration it anymore.” Chief Engineer Tobias Grimsby, a perpetually disgruntled man with a deep love for duct tape and an even deeper disdain for malfunctioning technology, grumbled from his console. “I’d be more concerned about the engines, sir. This atmosphere is thick enough to chew through our thrusters like a Martian termite through a timber shack.” Professor Aldous Quigg, ever the academic, peered over his gold-rimmed monocle, scribbling feverishly in a leather-bound notebook. “Fascinating! The pressure fluctuations suggest an equilibrium most unnatural! A true anomaly of cosmic hydrodynamics!” Lucky raised an eyebrow. “Translation?” “We should not be alive right now!” The ship bucked violently. The alarms howled. Ana Salinas The crew grabbed onto whatever they could as the Abyssal Voyager spiralled through the planet’s storm- ridden clouds, tossed like a toy ship in a hurricane. Lightning flared outside, illuminating the swirling chaos in a spectral glow. Then—sudden calm. The ship stabilized, her descent slowing. The dense clouds thinned, revealing the impossible: beneath the storms, stretching endlessly in all directions, lay a vast, shimmering ocean, undisturbed by the wrath above. Lucky let out a low whistle. “I don’t believe it. A sea... in the sky.” Hargrove exhaled slowly. “And we’re about to sail it.” Then, the ship’s sensors screamed in alarm. “Something’s moving below us!” Lucky shouted. Before Hargrove could respond, the water erupted. From the depths surged an immense, serpentine creature, its body coiling with impossible grace, its bioluminescent eyes gleaming with alien intelligence. Tentacles, thick as steel girders, lashed out, wrapping Captain Hargrove’s perilous voyage through the abyss of the stars around the ship’s hull. The Abyssal Voyager groaned under the immense pressure. Quigg, utterly fascinated, calmly adjusted his monocle. “Gentlemen, I do believe we’ve been invited to dinner.” Grimsby, meanwhile, had already reached for the emergency release valves. “Captain! If we don’t shake this thing loose, we’re going to be the first deep-space submarine to be eaten .” Hargrove grinned, gripping the controls. “Not if we give it something to chew on first. Lucky, ready the forward thrusters! Grimsby, divert all power to the exterior shock plating.” “Oh, this is going to be fun,” Lucky muttered, flipping a series of switches. Electricity crackled along the ship’s hull. With a deafening crack , a surge of energy blasted outward, sending the creature reeling. The tentacles loosened, and the Abyssal Voyager shot forward, diving straight into the depths of the alien sea. Hargrove exhaled, his grin never faltering. “Welcome to the last ocean, ladies and gentlemen. Let’s see what else is waiting for us down here.” Ana Salinas II. The Abyssal Voyager had barely escaped the tentacled leviathan when the ship’s sensors picked up something even stranger—a sprawling city beneath the waves, bathed in an eerie, bioluminescent glow. Crystalline towers rose like jagged fangs from the seabed, their surfaces shifting through iridescent colours. Schools of translucent fish swam between the spires, darting away as the submarine’s lights cut through the depths. “Would you look at that,” Lucky murmured, her hands tightening on the controls. “Either we just found Atlantis, or I need to lay off the fermented algae juice.” Hargrove leaned forward, his eyes wide with childlike wonder. “A city beneath a gas giant’s ocean! The discoveries we could make! The knowledge! The...” Captain Hargrove’s perilous voyage through the abyss of the stars A sudden, guttural croak boomed through the water, reverberating so hard that even the ship’s hull shuddered. Before anyone could react, massive net- like appendages, woven from some kind of living kelp, shot from the depths and wrapped around the Abyssal Voyager , dragging it downward. Grimsby groaned. “Why does everything down here want to eat us, crush us, or...” He paused as the ship jolted to a stop inside what appeared to be a grand underwater coliseum. “...or bring us to a dinner party?” The lights outside illuminated a crowd of towering, amphibian beings, their glossy, warty skin reflecting the soft blue glow of the city. They stood in long, flowing robes, their wide, golden eyes blinking in slow, unblinking judgment. At the center, perched on a throne carved from a single colossal seashell, sat their ruler: the Great Toad Emperor Krallag IX. One of the creatures stepped forward and let out a deep, commanding croak. A moment later, the ship’s universal translator crackled to life. “STRANGE LAND-WALKERS. YOU TRESPASS IN THE DOMAIN OF THE GLORIOUS KRALLAG IX. SPEAK, OR BE BOILED.” Ana Salinas Hargrove adjusted his coat, stepped forward, and cleared his throat. “Honourable Emperor Krallag the...uh, Ninth! Allow me to introduce myself. I am Captain Phineas Hargrove of the Abyssal Voyager We come in peace and...” “DO YOU BRING TEA?” There was a beat of silence. The crew exchanged glances. Lucky nudged Grimsby. “Please tell me you have something in that junk drawer of an engineering kit.” Grimsby sighed, rummaged in his coat, and produced a battered tin of Earl Grey. “If this keeps us from being boiled, I’m charging hazard pay.” The Emperor’s throat swelled, releasing a contented croooaak . “YOU MAY APPROACH.” Brought before Krallag IX, the crew watched as an ornate, bubbling teapot was prepared, though the water used had a rather suspicious greenish tinge. As the tea was poured into elaborate coral-carved cups, the Emperor fixed his golden eyes on Hargrove. “TO EARN YOUR FREEDOM, YOU MUST PARTAKE IN A TRIAL OF CLEVERNESS.” Captain Hargrove’s perilous voyage through the abyss of the stars Hargrove smiled confidently. “Ah, riddles! An ancient tradition! A contest of wit and intellect!” Krallag IX nodded solemnly. “FIRST QUESTION: WHAT IS LARGE, EVER-PRESENT, AND YET INVISIBLE?” Lucky, without missing a beat, deadpanned, “The budget for this mission.” A hush fell over the chamber. Then, the Emperor let out a delighted croak-chuckle . “HA! YOU AMUSE ME, LAND-CREATURE. YOU MAY LIVE... FOR NOW.” Grimsby muttered, “Why can’t it ever be a trial by naps ?” Just as it seemed they had earned their freedom, alarms blared across the city. The crystalline spires flickered red, and the toad-like guards rushed to battle stations. A guttural, mechanical croak echoed through the chamber, sending shivers through the gathered nobles. Krallag IX’s wide mouth tightened. “HE RETURNS.” From the depths of the abyss rose a new figure, towering even over the Emperor. A monstrous, Ana Salinas cybernetically enhanced amphibian, his left eye glowing crimson, his limbs encased in sleek metal armour. The guards whispered in terror. “GENERAL XURGRAG... THE TRAITOR.” The General’s mechanical voice echoed. “I HAVE RETURNED TO CLAIM WHAT IS MINE.” His cybernetic limb raised, pointing directly at the humans. “AND I’LL BE TAKING THEM AS WELL.” Hargrove adjusted his cuffs. “Oh, wonderful. And here I thought this dinner party couldn’t get any more interesting.” Captain Hargrove’s perilous voyage through the abyss of the stars III. The exiled warlord General Xurgrag’s forces descended upon the crystalline city with the force of a collapsing star. Gigantic war-beasts, part machine and part deep-sea horror, surged through the water, their glowing red eyes illuminating the battlefield. Torpedoes screamed through the abyss, and the once-peaceful metropolis was consumed by chaos. Krallag IX slammed a webbed fist against his throne. “THIS TREACHERY WILL NOT STAND.” Hargrove adjusted his cuffs, utterly unimpressed by the apocalyptic warzone outside. “Well, I’d say our tea party is officially over.” “Captain!” Lucky shouted, pointing to a swarm of enemy submersibles cutting through the city’s defences like a hot knife through krill butter. “We’re not getting out of this without a miracle or a particularly ridiculous plan.” Ana Salinas Hargrove grinned. “Why not both?” He turned to the Emperor. “Your Majesty, tell me, do you happen to have any ancient, experimental, city-sized weapons lying around? Perhaps something extremely large, extremely dangerous, and extremely ridiculous?” The Emperor’s throat swelled in contemplation. “THERE IS... THE LEVIATHAN.” Grimsby, who had been reattaching a panel that had fallen off their ship due to sheer dramatic tension, frowned. “The what now?” Krallag IX pointed a clawed finger toward the ocean floor. “A MECHANIZED WAR BEAST OF ANCIENT TIMES. FORBIDDEN. POWERFUL. POSSIBLY UNSTABLE.” Quigg’s eyes lit up with glee. “Gentlemen, we are about to engage in history’s first underwater space- battle with a mechanized cetacean!” With no time to waste, the crew and a squad of amphibian warriors descended into the abyss, swimming through twisting tunnels until they reached an enormous chamber. Resting in silence was a colossal, steam-powered mecha shaped like an armoured whale, rusted but intact. Its metal plates