The ocean was calm, large metal fins gracefully paddled the deep waters. A mechanical, fuchsia tail pushed the bulk in time with the chug of an engine. Jonoah Mirano sat quietly at the helm of his subhive, with the heiress resting quietly in the hold. She laid back on a ratty old resting platform, littered with mismatched cushions and an aged, patched-up snuggle plain, keeping herself and her chauffer updated with Dracor’s memo. Every now and then, he would let out what felt like a low rumble, then a whine. He’d wait for a moments, appearing to listen out for a similar noise, then tap at various pieces of equipment, flicking at switches and dials, before returning to his wheel.
“I am just so glubbing excited about this! It sounded like a lot went down after I died.” she bubbled. “I’ve just been glubbing to Nepeta about it all, about those other humans they met and the new session they went to.” She moved to a more comfortable position on the ma