Rock Bottom (Keto)

[Atlas Stellar]

There were times when you believed you had hit rock bottom, but there were actual times when you were at rock bottom. Atlas had never experienced rock bottom but he believed that the loss of everything could come close. His ship was gone and he wasn't going hunting for the debris of it for many reasons. Chances are wherever the debris of his ship had landed were dangerous things guarding them, or monstrous creatures. Either way he was not going to risk his life unlike some of the people out there. No, Atlas was going to play it smarter. Having crashed in a clearing in a forest that was near a beach, Atlas sighed. 

At least gathering the resources he needed was not going to be a pain. First and foremost he was going to need a shelter but also more tools for himself if he was going to truly do this. Thankfully the one who had experimented on him had programmed him with some survival skills so he had an inkling of what to do in a situation like this. Surveying the local flora, he noticed a few branches of suitable length for his purposes. A few chops of the hatchet later and said branches fell from the trees. Whittling them until they had the edge that he needed on them or the point was not easy. Still he had accomplished that task. Food was essential as was a place for him to lay his head once he had gathered the essentials. 

Once the spears, really little more than long sticks with sharp points on them were made, Atlas let out a sigh of relief. Having finished about fifteen of his fish impalers, he readied himself. Admittedly he should save his powers for something else when he truly needed them but he had work to do. Fish were not going to catch themselves. His stomach grumbled at him angrily, and at last he pulled out his spear before throwing at the water, trying to guide it with his telekinetic abilities so it would actually hit a fish. Unfortunately it didn't hit anything. There was one thing Atlas was definitely adding to his bag of tricks if he ever got another spaceship in the future, a smaller ship that would carry survival resources for just such an emergency. Ten in fact.  And a manual on how to survive in the wild would be good. 

As the night air whipped around him Atlas knew he was going to have to make his hunt fast. He also knew he needed supplies of some sort. Wherever he was had to have natives. Perhaps if he could rebuild some equipment he might be able to sell some gear in order to acquire the resources that he genuinely needed. One thing was for certain. The person who had sabotaged his ship was going to get a wooden spear in one eyeball. 

[Keto]

Repairs were... slow.

Of course, it made sense. It’s not like the bottom of the ocean was a good place for a shipyard. And while the impressment that ensued to actually get ahold of a shipwright and crew must have been the most creative one in history... well, it was still the ocean.

Wide, pale coils sway lazily as Keto slowly paddles to the coast she’d been picking trees off of. To repair the Lady Basilisk, they’d need wood, and the only one able to grab an entire tree and drag it beneath the waves was the Beast herself. Though, something seems to drag her attention away from progress. There’s a noise, one she knows. The sounds of spears on water.

Spearfishing.

The creature turns her attention, lingering just deep enough to stay submerged. Though, even at her distance, Atlas can undoubtedly see the two massive, dark eyes in the water. Nearly as tall as he is, watching his every move.

[Atlas Stellar]

Examining the area, Atlas noticed the eyes of the creatures. "Whatever you are, if you want to make my rotten day get any worse, go right ahead." So far his rotten day had consisted of Atlas having lost his home, and with it everything there. Now he has nowhere left for him to go and practically nothing material wise for him to lose. To be honest he was more than a little frustrated (read murderous) when he found the saboteur or malfunction that had blown up his ship. To do that though he was going to need more resources than he possessed at present. Right now he knew he needed resources to find his ship. Yet, building all the stuff he needed was not going to be a piece of cake for him really.  "This is ridiculous. I'm supposed to be a genetically engineered super soldier and yet I lack the most basic of resources?" growled Atlas as he surveyed the environment. What he really needed was more firepower in his corner because all he had was the hatchet. At least that would allow him to build more supplies with enough labor on his part. Labor he really didn't have time for at present. 

[Keto]

”Ooohohoho, sassy, for a Landwalker. Even Achilles has his heel.”

Despite the words, the tone is playful, if anything. The water shifts violently as the creature moves, one coil rolling to force her further forward. The water on the shore slides back as if drawn away by a tidal wave, only to slosh forward and splash up against the shore. It’s here she comes to rest, grinning wide as she buries her elbows in the sand for support. The front of her body visible, it becomes apparent that this creature isn’t exactly what you’d expect from a storybook mermaid.

Six or seven men tall, just counting the part of her that’s propped up, the creature is massive to a point of imposing. Pale, mottled skin, blue and white, flecked in scars and patches made uneven by means exterior. Massive tendrils writhe around get face, framing those massive eyes and that deadly cheshire smile. Among the fangs, one tooth seems to be missing completely, but there’s already an ivory point growing to take its place...

”You’re not an experienced spearfisher, are you?”

She hums softly in thought, a clawed hand gently shifting to poke at the extra spears he’s made. It seems she’s investigating him, curious about his endeavors.