Deep_Sea (TC)


Deep in pale waters we dwell,
Stay forever in this abyss we shall

High above us on poisonous ground,
An unholy place that better be drowned

Cursed creatures that once left behind
Lingering for a cure they must not find


Chant of the Betrayers



Na’ jima City and Military Base, Sulfur-Fields of Gyrath

The third quarter of the submarine day had almost began, artificial daylights fading out with the usual “swisssh” sounds. Now it was dark down here in Na'jima, and quiet - damn quiet. No one here even noticed the monotone roaring noise of the hydro-oxygen converters anymore.

The paralysed body of a nameless amphibian youngster lay on the ground of the western scrap yard of the City. His once opaque-greenish skin was now as grey and cold as the stripped bare metal frame of the battle cruiser beside him. His limbs reached out, as if frozen in time. His head bobbed in a muddy puddle of putrid scum, continuously fed from a leaking drainage pipe.

The cycling light beam from a surveillance tower on the perimeter of the yard shone onto the corpse, revealing a broken hypodermic needle still sticking out of his almost collapsed vein. Only a few crimson drops were all that remained, but still enough to satisfy the hungry rat perched on his forearm. His cheap synthetic clothing was soaked wet and stained in filth. A tattered patch on the back of his jacket read "West Side Rebels," marking him as another one of those anarchistic gang members from a western district ghetto.


“What u got A’sil, eh?!”, a deep viscous voice murmured from somewhere out of the shadows.

Well, what do ya expect from a lousy no-named junky frog fart, idiot!!! C’mon let’s go somewhere else, I heard there is a party at the eastern canols…