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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 5132865" data-attributes="member: 3285">Grace Under Pressure: Prologue30,000 FEET BENEATH THE PACIFIC OCEAN—The agents were in hot pursuit of Cho Chu-Tsao's smaller mini-sub, the Joey.&nbsp; It was difficult to tell if they were actually overtaking her in the Wallaby, though, as the pings they got back from her homing beacon were erratic.There was a hideous wrenching noise and then the power flickered. The Wallaby swerved to starboard. &quot;What was that?&quot; asked Hammer.&quot;We lost the starboard impeller!&quot; shouted Guppy, struggling with the controls.&nbsp; &quot;Can you tell me where the problem is?&quot; asked Jim-Bean.&nbsp; &quot;If so I can probably take a look.&quot; Caprice brought up a map of the Wallaby.&nbsp; It really did look like the Millennium Falcon. A starboard section blinked red.&nbsp; &quot;There.&quot;Jim-Bean grunted.&nbsp; &quot;I think I'm close enough…&quot; He took a few steps towards the back of the bridge.&nbsp; &quot;Yep, I can see it.&quot;&nbsp; His eyes glazed. &quot;Looks like…looks like there's something stuck in the impeller. Muck and debris fouled up the blades.&nbsp; The grill at the front of the impeller tube has been smashed in.&quot;&quot;The muck must have closed over the grill completely.&nbsp; That'll cause the impeller to create a vacuum that pulls the loose corner of the grill inwards,&quot; said Caprice.&quot;Do something fast!&quot; shouted Guppy.&nbsp; &quot;We're spinning in circles here!&quot;&quot;I can suit up—&quot; began Caprice.&quot;I've got it,&quot; said Jim-Bean. He reached out into the air with his hand, a pantomime for his telekinesis.&nbsp; &quot;Lots of muck and clay, and several sections of…that's weird.&quot;&quot;What?&quot; asked Archive fearfully.&quot;It looks like black coral. Stout and gnarled.&quot;Archive frowned.&nbsp; &quot;Black coral?&nbsp; There's no coral like that in this part of the ocean.&quot;&quot;Can you clear it?&quot; asked Hammer.&quot;I think so.&quot;&nbsp; Jim-Bean concentrated and made a yanking motion with one clawed hand.&nbsp; The Wallaby shuddered and righted itself.Guppy sunk back into his seat.&nbsp; &quot;Whew.&nbsp; Okay, we've evened out.&quot;Jim-Bean lit a cigarette in the recycled air of the Wallaby and took a puff.&nbsp; &quot;Looks like the psychic maniac has some value after all.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="talien, post: 5132865, member: 3285"] [b]Grace Under Pressure: Prologue[/b] 30,000 FEET BENEATH THE PACIFIC OCEAN—The agents were in hot pursuit of Cho Chu-Tsao's smaller mini-sub, the Joey. It was difficult to tell if they were actually overtaking her in the Wallaby, though, as the pings they got back from her homing beacon were erratic. There was a hideous wrenching noise and then the power flickered. The Wallaby swerved to starboard. "What was that?" asked Hammer. "We lost the starboard impeller!" shouted Guppy, struggling with the controls. "Can you tell me where the problem is?" asked Jim-Bean. "If so I can probably take a look." Caprice brought up a map of the Wallaby. It really did look like the Millennium Falcon. A starboard section blinked red. "There." Jim-Bean grunted. "I think I'm close enough…" He took a few steps towards the back of the bridge. "Yep, I can see it." His eyes glazed. "Looks like…looks like there's something stuck in the impeller. Muck and debris fouled up the blades. The grill at the front of the impeller tube has been smashed in." "The muck must have closed over the grill completely. That'll cause the impeller to create a vacuum that pulls the loose corner of the grill inwards," said Caprice. "Do something fast!" shouted Guppy. "We're spinning in circles here!" "I can suit up—" began Caprice. "I've got it," said Jim-Bean. He reached out into the air with his hand, a pantomime for his telekinesis. "Lots of muck and clay, and several sections of…that's weird." "What?" asked Archive fearfully. "It looks like black coral. Stout and gnarled." Archive frowned. "Black coral? There's no coral like that in this part of the ocean." "Can you clear it?" asked Hammer. "I think so." Jim-Bean concentrated and made a yanking motion with one clawed hand. The Wallaby shuddered and righted itself. Guppy sunk back into his seat. "Whew. Okay, we've evened out." Jim-Bean lit a cigarette in the recycled air of the Wallaby and took a puff. "Looks like the psychic maniac has some value after all." [/QUOTE]

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