One submarine. Four stations. Zero shared eyes.
"Rocks bearing 040โ" "WHICH WAY IS 040?!"
| # | Crew | Time | Hull | Oโ | Waters | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| No boat has ever come back. The harbor keeps a candle lit. | ||||||
The cave, the mines, the extraction beacon, the thing. Nobody else sees ANY of it. Call your bearings.
A compass, a throttle, a rudder, and total trust in whoever's on sonar. The collision alarm helps. A little.
Eight power pips across engines, sonar, weapons, and life support โ and every hull breach drains your air until it's patched.
Mines and the leviathan both answer to a well-called bearing. Reload speed depends on power.
Full throttle and sonar pings are LOUD. Wake it and your options are: torpedo, or cut engines and pray.
Procedural trench every dive. Extraction before the Oโ runs out. Fastest crews make the board.