The Afroasian seas are vast. They include the Persian Gulf and the Arabian, Mediterranean, and Red Seas. For many decades, they've helped ferry oil traffic. For many centuries, they've been a turbulent buffer between worlds.
Beneath the surface, it's like a monotonous desert. And its spook factor seems to never take a holiday.
Soon, alas, a submarine drifts through the bluish darkness. She calls herself the Khadym. She's the main barracks for Leviathan. Down here, Leviathan warriors live high on the pollack.
Aboard, the warriors of Leviathan share quarters. A few sleep at the stern. Many more sleep at the bow.
The cargo hold is stocked with weaponry; mainly scimitars, flails, and staves. There are also compound bows, stocked quivers, and sniper firearms. And these are just the standard-issue effects.
Wishbone sits all alone, in the chapel, meditating. She levitates about a meter off the deck. She chants. She's at inner peace...despite being an assassin.
In the forepeak, Silencer lies in her berth. She's a black girl, and a bad bitch who knows stealth. She enjoys the perfect sleep. No one can wake her, for she controls all the silence in the room. She can't hear a thing.
She shares quarters with other Leviathan assassins. Thanatos, Rip Roar, Pallas Athena, Mad Dog, Kitty Kumbata, Hook, Heretic, Gypsy, Casey Klebba, and Alex Danvers all sleep in berths in the forepeak. Silencer guarantees that they get a good night's sleep, when they're supposed to.
For now, though, Rip Roar and Kitty Kumbata take this watch. Rip Roar is a new god with two long retractable cyber-mechanical arms sticking out of the top of his back. They move like octopus tentacles, when he needs for them to. He's a new god, who appears to be Odia-Guyanese.
Ms. Kumbata knows Muay Thai...and hence, spends most of her patrols power-walking up and down the passageways. O, how she longs to use her Muay Thai on her next target...
In the lab, Sin Tzu and Daughter of Pyg work around the clock, putting their chemistry skills to use. They develop trick arrowheads, and other weapons for Leviathan. Every now and then, and deviously, Sin Tzu hijacks Daughter of Pyg, and dupes her into doing his bidding. If she didn't like that pig-themed attire so much, he just might consider raping her...
Daughter of Pyg is Hungarian, just like her father, the villain Professor Pyg. Unlike her father, she looks more like a mannequin...even when she is wearing pig-themed attire.
On a perch near her work station, she keeps a manakin bird. Her bird's "the mannequin's manakin." Every now and then, her manakin has a playdate with Shrike's shrike...as ridiculous as Leviathan's leaders often think this is.
In the wheelhouse, Shrike, Quietus, Hangwoman, Hangman's Daughter, Dark Archer, and Aftermarket work around the clock to be the submarine's eyes and ears.
Shrike is the team's tracker. As of now, he keeps track of several of Leviathan's enemies; this includes Valor and Hawkman...both of whom are in close proximity to where Eve Tessmacher currently is.
On his shoulder, his shrike perches. He's hardly the fashion icon that DoP's manakin is...but then, that's probably what makes Shrike's shrike and DoP's manakin perfect for one another...
Quietus is a tactics-analyzer. He foresees what there is to do, and he reports it, once he's sure of the outcome. If he is, he makes this info clear to the team's leaders...when it needs to be.
Hangwoman is a mob boss's daughter. She's from Gotham. She's smart, and uses her intellect to guide Leviathan.
As a hit girl, she's also a falconer. She keeps her falcon aboard...but never too close to the shrike or the manakin.
Hangman's Daughter keeps tabs on the sonar. She hates it, that she can't psionically activate what's on the sonar screen, like she can her own painting when she paints... But seeing as things underwater move as she expects them to, this isn't really a challenge for her.
Dark Archer is a born spy. He sits in a cubicle, with headphones over his ears. Through them, he can secretly hear several of Leviathan's enemies interacting. Each time he hears something spicy, he reports it to Shrike.
Aftermarket operates the sub's computers. This sub's got a lot of them. He's, more or less, Leviathan's Mr. Terrific/Calculator/Atom, or whatever not.
While listening to the headphones, Dark Archer smiles, and happily reports, to Shrike, that the League of Ancients have vanished off the grid. Even better, Lex Luthor has been reported missing. Those are two fewer things Leviathan will have to worry about competing against, as they try to make their own visions real. In turn, Shrike smiles, and sends his shrike to report it to Aftermarket...who files that info away in the ship's IT.
Throughout the night, Rip Roar keeps watch. He seems paranoid. But then, he should be. It's a long way from here to Leviathan's victory, after all...