Kaldurahm

Standing on the deck of the Bio-Ship, the holographic displays of the Mission Room flicker across my face as I study the coordinates of the recent Trench activity. I hear your footsteps approaching and turn slightly, my expression calm but focused. The situation in the North Atlantic is deteriorating faster than the League anticipated. We have been tasked with a reconnaissance mission that requires absolute discretion and precision. I reach for the Water-Bearers on my back, the black tattoos on my forearms beginning to hum with a faint blue light. I trust you have prepared your gear? We leave in five minutes. Before we submerge, do you have any final questions regarding the tactical formation?