Rapture

[[Okay so this is half in Skip’s POV and half a starter for everything. You’re welcome to post about being in the bathysphere, if you’re part of the team but you don’t have to. If you don’t just start in Neptune's Bounty and go about your business.]]

Skip awoke slumped on a dusty cushion inside of a small room that reeked of polished metal. A wicked hammer was swinging madly on the inside of his skull making his eyes slowly go in and out of focus. He felt as if he were sinking. From what Skip could see so far there were bodies standing all around him. From what he could remember he had been with several people before a thick fog covered the rest of his memory, but he couldn’t tell if these were the same people. All the hazy figures in the room were moving around and he thought he could hear them talking to eachother. The whole lot of them sounded pretty upset. “What. . . What the hell. . . is going on. . .” Skip fumbled over the words , his bottom lip moist with what he assumed was drool at first. Reaching a chubby finger up to his mouth he touched the skin on his lips. Sharp pains raced through the puffy tissue and as he pulled back his hand Skip focused on the red liquid that coated his fingertips. He was bleeding.

Looking up from the blood he finally got a clear look at everyone. They were the same set of annoying scientists and his old friends that had come out to sea but none of them were focused on him. Most talked feverishly while a few sat in utter silence. No one had taken the time to answer his question. With his head still reeling Captain Skip turned slowly to survey the strange place around him. It was cramped, especially packed with all these people, and had an odd circular shape. Even the shining metallic ceiling above him was dome shaped. Across from where he was sitting was a large window showing what looked like a bleak night sky outside. Then a squid shot by, taking only a second to stop and peek inside the lighted sphere. Skip stared out the window clutching the left side of his head in disbelief. What the hell is going on? Last thing he remembered was being on the boat. Then someone had seen something in the distance. The lighthouse. . .

The images were flooding back in and the poor Captain could now recall going inside the peculiar watchtower and finding that old bathysphere. . . Oh god. Now he knew where they were but not how they had gotten there. He could only assume that his sinking feeling and the squid jetting past the porthole meant that they were diving and that they were probably already in deep water. Where was this thing headed? Standing slowly and holding onto anything in reach for support Skip pushed past the arguing crew members and stared at the glass. Beyond the gloom of the ocean he could see something he hardly believed. A city alive with neon signs and towering over the rocks around the ocean floor was gazing back at him. Mouth agape he pressed his sore head against the glass and felt the cold, smooth surface calm his headache. He had no idea what to do. He didn’t even know what was going on.

The vessel got closer and closer to the bright towers of the city. It seemed like it was guided by an invisible hand through the murky sea toward some predetermined destination. Maybe they were all dead and this was the afterlife? No, Skip took a second to think, that was just the concussion talking. They were still alive. Ghosts didn’t bleed. “What is this?” The submersible started to click and groan as they drew closer to one of the massive underwater buildings. A sign was coming toward them, half covered in algae but the words were still clearly visible. Neptune’s Bounty was the name inscribed on the filthy metal, whatever that meant. The bathysphere jerked and slowed sending everyone tossing around the clogged circle. Confused and still in pain Skip struggled to stand again. Now the sphere was slowly entering a tunnel that ended in an ancient brick wall.

Once the ship had reached the dead end it started to ascend. Skip could only imagine what they were going to see when this thing finally stopped. What in the world was an entire city doing under the ocean? And who or what had made it? Maybe when they stopped he could find someone and ask questions. As they climbed toward their uncertain future the team listened in silence. Suddenly the waters parted as the top of the sphere broke through. They had finally come to a stop. The port no longer displayed an array of sea creatures in cold waters but instead there was a old dock covered in suitcases. There was a single light on in the room beyond the glass. A bright pale light shone down from a pillar and beneath this luminous globe was a man. Mutilated and blood he hung on the wall and above him was something apparently written in his blood. Just as Skip stepped back in an attempt to make to demented image disappear the large metal door unlatched itself and creaked open slowly. . . “What the hell is going on. . .”

Hearing the clear sounds of explosions, revving drills and screams of pain Fergus woke quickly and climbed to his feet. Brushing off a small layer of dust that had accumulated on his suit during the night he staggered forward and quickly found his footing. Shouldering his jack-hammer Fergus paused remove one of the interchangeable heads of his hammer and replaced it with a large blunted square head affectionately labeled "Mulcher" and used it to slam in a loose rivet.
Gorra keep a clean house, my wee Rosemary mighta smacked 'er head on thatn.
Replacing Mulcher with the hammers normal shaped head (Gouger if you will.) he re applied the apparatus to his arm, it completely engulfed his left arm up to the elbow and was enormously heavy even for a man of his stature, he had been a construction worker before assuming his role as a big daddy and old habits died hard.

Leisurely sauntering down the hallway Fergus came upon a bouncer class Big Daddy dispatching a group of splicers.

Cheerfully screaming "Rosemary!!" Fergus ran into the room and powered on his hammer, the large metal tip shot back and forth quickly and continued to do so even after being rammed into the torso of one of the splicers. As the fight drew to a close Fergus was drawn towards the flaming bathysphere and the group of creatures huddled in front of it. The woman seemed to be familiar and he cautiously stepped forward with his hand extended.
"Rosemary?"

Suddenly he was hit from behind as the other Big Daddy crashed into him knocking him away from the group, staggering back to his feet Fergus roared in anger and revved up his jackhammer, the Big Daddy had adopted a defensive stance in front of the group and was shaking his drill threateningly all the while occasionally turning its head to stare off down the path to "Zimmerman's Seafood". Readying himself for combat Fergus paused and looked closer at the woman.
No no that aint Rosemary calm down Fergus its ok....
Wuddyah mean it aint her?!?!?!
It aint her....
Yes it is kill that big drill happy bastard, kill the other folk and get her ass outta here!
Ok...your the boss.

Charging forward to meet the other Big Daddy, Fergus once again roared happily in anticipation of combat.

(Sorry for initiating combat with your Big Daddy it was kinda all I had to go on., I think you mentioned something about Alana confusing Big Daddies into thinking she was a little sister so I figured Id reinforce that. This can turn out however you want though Id prefer not to get my ass kicked, I be happy to adopt Lily assuming I kill your BD, If anybody is confused please look at Fergus's profile.)

Reeling from the shock of the electricity Fergus flung his hand haphazardly towards what he deemed to be the source and
was "shocked"(Mehehehehe) to find his movement halted as each of his muscles twitched in agony and spasmed due to the powerful currents traveling through his body.

Well thats whatcha get jerkoff Ah toldyer yahs need some rubber on tha' suite.
Aw hell hows Ah supposed tah know?!?!!?
Good point....in the mean time look down.

Heeding the voices Fergus angled his massive head past his chest and grunted with dismay at the small canlike object at his feet. Suddenly he was knocked back as a fist nearly as big as his own smashed into his faceplate denting it and opening a large gash over Fergus's left eyebrow, suppressing the pain for the time being Fergus continued with his backward motion and tripped the Brawler forcing it to land on the object, watching it kick and squirm Fergus slammed one size 22 boot on its lower back and rammed the head of his jack-hammer through its left shoulder effectively pinning it on the grenade. A low WHUMP and a small flash from under the creature told tale of the maneuvers success, it continued to kick for a second before succumbing to the massive trauma endured from having a grenade go off under its gut. As its headlights dimmed Fergus salvaged what he could from the beast and added makeshift bits and pieces from its suite to his own. He was hit again by another blast of electricity and fell to his knees with a roar as he saw the small form of a little sister peaking out from behind the counter of "Zimmermans Seafood".

"R...rr......Ro?!?..."
Then his vision tinged with black as he tried to ward off sweet sweet unconsciousness. Before he lost the battle he saw the woman again.
I TOLD YOU ITS NOT THAT ONE,
But....but.....
Ok it could be.... wake your ass up....NOW.

Waking moments later, Fergus lurched to his feet and stumbled over to were he knew the girl was hiding in "Zimmermans Seafood" he discarded his jackhammer for a moment and bent to grasp the underside of the counter. Straining only slightly he tore the counter from the floor, rotting boards giving way as he lifted the counter to chest level before throwing it a few feet behind him. He loomed over the girl for a moment, the lamps on his visor blaring an angry red before softening to an almost white pale yellow, he gingerly fell to his knees with a loud thunk and extended his pinky finger for the child to shake.

"Well looks like is' just me and you now lassie, can Ah call you Rosemary?" though hidden by his helmet the scarred brutal face adopted something it rarely knew, a smile.