So, here we have my Bioshock Fanfiction. Just a little something I wrote up very quickly.
It takes place in the '80s, so that's a decade after Bioshock 2. Needless to say, things have changed.
Would you kindly enjoy the fic?
"Twenty minutes? That is perfectly acceptable. My employers will be pleased." Veronica Langley said.
Veronica and Security Chief Benjamin Knowles were standing alone in the battered ruins of an old lighthouse.
"Very well, ma'am. I'll relay the projects status to Commander Fowl in the next progress report." Benjamin said.
"Oh, don't bother with that. I'll call him up right now." Veronica pulled out a large vanilla-colored brick out of one of her many coat pockets. "This, my friend, is a 'cell phone,' it's going to replace land lines in a decade or two."
"Whatever you say, ma'am."
"Go get your team ready, Benji. Remember: Twenty minutes until I launch this thing. I won't hesitate to leave you behind." Veronica began punching in buttons on her mobile phone. Benjamin left her and walked outside.
Inside the remains of the lighthouse, Benjamin was insulated from the cold. Outside, however, the elements were downright oppressive. Even in his heavy jacket, Benjamin couldn't help but shiver.
Benjamin was an officer in Fowl Securities, a Private Military Corporation. The company president, Kerrigan Fowl, had been called up a few weeks ago by Langley with a proposition. He'd thrown this mission into Bens lap rather suddenly.
They'd been promised salvage and a prodigious sum of money. The money had flooded into their account mere hours after accepting the job. Salvage was nowhere to be found. Sure, there were dozens of decades-old freighters and a few planes sunken in the vicinity, but nothing that they could make a profit off of.
Langley's oil tanker had brought them to this place. It was moored up next to this lighthouse. Benjamin climbed the gangplank. His men rose to address him.
"Okay, we've got just under twenty minutes before the submersible becomes functional. I want a three man squad to come with me, no more."
"Hey, boss, I think we've found something that you'll really want to take a look at." interrupted William Norris, one of his subordinates. Will motioned over to a tarp on the starboard side of the ship.
"What've we got?" Ben asked.
William's brother Jonathan Norris was sitting on the railing next to the tarp. On Bens order, he flipped the tarp over, revealing a weathered and beaten corpse. Benjamin repressed the desire to gag a little.
There was something not quite right about the corpse. Its nose was deformed, folded down under a flap of skin. Bulging, cancerous growths had developed around this man's neck. Most disturbing of all were a pair of hooks, seemingly grafted directly into the man's hands, the remnants of which had been melded together with some kind of fleshy organic webbing.
"It looks like he's been dead for a few days, Captain. Funny thing is, no fish have taken any bites out of him." William said.
The conversation was joined by Sonya, one of the newer recruits. "You know, for a minute there I was worried that we wouldn't have anything to shoot on this operation."
Ben immediately gave her an order to be quiet. His gazed moved from the disfigured corpse out to the sea, where a few stray icebergs were floating about in the distance. He was starting to get the impression that this was more than a simple expedition, and that Veronica was after a more than just a spot to park an oil rig.
Benjamin updated the mission plan so that ten people would accompany Veronica in their submersible vehicle.
They were crammed in the sub with little room to spare, a fact that was not helped in the least by Sonya's insistence bringing a massive heavy backpack along for the ride.
Will and John were piloting the craft. Ben and Veronica were sitting directly behind them. Newbies Sonya and Jenkins had window seats, while longtime company assets Hans, Knox, Gordon, and Smirnov were sandwiched in-between them. The ever so quiet Soren had climbed in the submarine first, and taken the back seat, where he sat in a Zen-like meditative state.
Ben had left security on the ship in the capable hands of his second in command, Cameron. He had twenty additional mercenaries waiting back at the ship.
Only Veronica actually knew what they were going to find down here. Even the token science team that Veronica had stashed away in the bowels of the boat had no idea what she was thinking bringing them up to this remote section of the north-Atlantic.
Veronica ordered Will to take them down to the very bottom of the ocean floor. Soon the lighthouse disappeared, and they were swallowed by the murky blackness of the open ocean.
Something had kicked up a lot of dirt recently, reducing visibility to nil. Luckily, their small sub was packed to the gills with the finest deep sea exploration technology that money could buy circa 1986.
"I'm telling you, I think I saw some lights down there!" Jenkins insisted throughout the journey. It fell on Sonya and Gordon to shut him up.
Towards the end of the journey, the sonar went nuts. Veronica instructed them to head down what looked like an underwater gulley. John maneuvered their ride down dangerously close to the ocean bottom.
Eventually, the dust cleared, and a building was now visible from the forward windows.
The squad didn't have much time to gawk, as Veronica ordered them into a narrow passageway dubbed "bathysphere terminal." Suddenly, Benjamin was thankful that he had ordered his team to bring weapons into the sub against regulations.
More to come...