{Nocturnal Octonauts} AU

Context : The year is 1982, World War III had it's quiet resolve two years ago and all nations suffer through a wretched cold war. To raise against the tides, Founding Farmers of International Security developed a nuclear, war resistant ship to protect its inhabitants and to later fund scientific research on ocean findings. However, the International Beacon of Ocean Conservation will take its precious time to unravel its lore.

What is FFIS and IBOC? How did the Octonauts came to be? What was the original war from? What was the ship originally made for? What are the Octonauts' deep pasts? And what creatures await for them in the dark?

Strip of text : "Pacific Coast, 8:34 pm

"Why did we ever agree to this?" Dashi pulls out a knife from her pouch and cracks the screen, she positions herself and with a small grunt shoves her foot into the glass, as the shards drift across the tipsy halls. She pulls out the emergency tool box and swims her way to a nearby exit. As much as Dashi wanted to complain about the weight of the emergency tool box that Tweak had supplied, she knew she had to talk to her about it later.

The woman climbed her way to one side of the ship. She swiped away at the bubbles and sat down on the metal. From the tool box she rummages for a small crowbar then with all of her weight she pushes open a hatch from the side of the Octopod. It has been minutes since the boys went out to grab the repair G.U.P.'s and she and Tweak already wasted their energy on trying to filter out the rushing sea water entering the Ship. Dashi rummages through the emergency tool box once again looking for a torque wrench this time. Click-Clack. Click-Clack. Click-Clack. With each heave she kept wondering if the boys will come on time. In a split second she saw something in a signature color green. "Kwazii?" she mouthed as she twisted her head to see him for herself."

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