Tearing his attention away from the glaring abyss, Ozzy turned back to the felled Turian vessel and cleared more debris from the once proud veteran. Vessels, enemy and allied, were given the same respect as any vehicle was by Alliance Scrappers. A near religious respect given to them before they were had at by plasma cutters, diamond saws and construction claws. So would be this vessel's destiny, after it was gutted out.
With obstacles cleared, he used the neurohelmet attached to the inside of his helmet (using what remained of his brain) to signal the boat above, which signaled other ships, to pick up and haul the Turian craft with them to the port.
Ozzy should know; after his revival he worked in one of the scrap yards for a few years. Even met other Hellenic Pagans, worshippers of the god Hephaestus.
Was a good job, he had to admit, but the seas called him again, as did the air on the water.
Looking up, he saw the silhouettes of another ship coming into view. The ship he jumped from turned her bow to point toward port. Joined by the other ship, Ozzy saw heavy cables dropped into the water which quickly began to descend.
Attached to the heavy metal cables were hooks and clamps, to go under and around the ship to bring it to the surface.
He watched them drop, walking forward and grabbing one of the huge cables and hefting it over his shoulder. Walking under the ship, then using his natural agility and strength to pull himself up, he clamped the hook onto the roof of the ship. Or was it the belly? He couldn't tell, it took a bad strike.
Jumping down and retrieving another cable, he went the opposite direction of the first and, repeating his actions, jumped onto one of the surfaces of the ship. Attaching the cable together, he travelled down the ship's length.
He was about to grab another cable when he noticed something.
There were no fish around him.
Sure, for anyone else this may be expected. Ozzy, however, was normally flocked by fish and other creatures.
Now?
He wasn't.
Holding onto a cable, Ozzy turned once more to the Abyss and found it staring still.
A shudder came over his body, he knew something in there was watching him.
Wanting to get the job done quick, Ozzy attached the other cables.
His job completed, he began the slow ascent.
He could feel the abyss staring, the fish flocked to him again caressing his body with their own like a dog to its owner. It comforted him, the native and foreign species able to cohabitate some (after plenty of trying with various species, anyhow) and recognizing him.
But whatever it was that stared at him from the dark, it frightened him.
Slowly he ascended, pulled up by a cable as the ship groaned and creaked while being lifted from its watery grave.
Ozzy stared into the Abyss.
The Abyss stared back.
Nothing happened. But somehow, that was worse.
