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[u][i][b]Shannon and Zesiro[/b][/i][/u]

“Yeah. Let’s go see… Fishies…” He got her out of the medical room, and they wound around the metal halls until they came to a place where the wall was a huge pane of glass. On the way he explained:  “We got down here in this big machine thing called a submarine. Like a boat that can go underwater. The base is actually a fleet of submarines. Tristan move them around to help keep hidden.”

There were lots and lots of fishies. 
All kinds of fish. Bright and beautiful. Shimmering scales and big googly eyes. There were a few sharks and an octopus stuck onto the glass on the other side. They all swam together peaceably. They were not looking into a giant fish tank, they were looking into the deep and open ocean. The school of sea-creatures followed the submarine as it traveled.

“I’m pretty sure there is a lot of magic helping out the submarines. Tristan, he is like Aquaman… Who you wouldn’t know… Uuuuh… He’s basically got powers or magic that work in the ocean.” He pointed at the fish. “They wouldn’t normally do this. Normally they’d be eating each other or something. He can talk to them... I’m actually not sure if they follow him around because he makes them or because they like him... I never asked...” 

“Yeah. I don’t like TRIDENT either… What’s… C.E.M?”

If/when Vaughtar arrived. Zesiro would acknowledged him with a nod and a grunt. “Hey.”