AlterMyth - A Hololive Fanfiction

Daughter of Atlantis

Prologue

When the RMS Teutonic came under attack, the entire ship shook violently. Bolted steel bended and moaned from the unnatural strike, causing the bottled up panic of the passengers boiled over into pandemonium.

In the midship section, where most of the twelve hundred passengers had been shepherded earlier, the unrest was quickly getting out of hand. Those panicked souls clung onto whatever they could - from handrails in the halls, to any piece of furniture that was bolted to the floor, to their fellow passengers. Their fears were stoked further when the electrical lights throughout the vessel flickered on and off.

Mass hysteria started to take root. A cacophony of screams, shouts and cries in a myriad of languages filled the midship section and spread like wildfire. The few remaining service crew and the six bodyguards of the Lowry expedition had six rifles and nine pistols between them, but they knew that their meager arsenal would be nothing compared to a maddened crowd.

Suddenly, the doors of the midship's banquet hall burst open. Amelia Watson marched out into the great hall, followed by the shaken Ina, Gura and Ophelia. The detective led the pack, wearing a poker face as she made her way to the balcony. From there, she saw all four floors of the midship's great hall - and the terrified crowds of people that packed each one.

A frown formed on Ame's lips and she drew out her Webley revolver. She pointed it up to the wooden ceiling and pulled the trigger. Her pistol shot rang throughout the great hall and silenced the crowd. All eyes in the hall then turned to Amelia Watson and her smoking gun.

Now that she had their attention, Ame kept her gun raised up high and addressed the crowd at the top of her lungs. The Teutonic was under attack by a horrible beast, she told them. However, she showed everyone her gun and vowed that the attacker would be defeated.

Whispers started spreading throughout the midship section. The guards and staff parroted Ame's words, but pockets of doubt remained. Moments later, the Teutonic was rocked again by another strike on the hull - this time from the starboard side.

Ame, however, stood strong and repeated her promise. The crowd held their breaths and quieted down. Even though the uneasy tension remained, they quietly accepted the detective's offer.

After all, what other choice did they have?

This was Ame's cue to call for volunteers.

All six Lowry Expedition guards came forward with their Lee Enfield rifles. Nine of the remnants of the Teutonic's staff also volunteered, showing their constellation of handguns of all shapes and sizes. It was a true rag-tag militia.

Ophelia Lowry herself joined the ranks and brandished her own rifle - an American Krag-Jorgensen/M1892 Springfield rifle. The aristocrat's daughter furrowed her brow and hissed at the detective.

"I hope you know what you're doing, Watson. I'm going to haunt you if we die here."

Ame scoffed at the remark and countered, "If you can shoot that thing, then we'll be fine."

"Count me in too, Ame." Ina, unarmed as she was, volunteered next, "I can use the spotlight to track the beast."

"Thanks Ina." Ame finally managed a small smile, "You'll be our eyes. We'll be counting on you."

Gura watched the Teutonic militia get organized from the sidelines at first. The chambermaid lowered her head and then stole a glance of the banquet hall behind her. There, the omnipresent fresco of Poseidon returned her gaze. It was as if the Olympian god stared straight into her very soul, wordlessly warning her.