*Runs to Oberon*

"I have something to tell you. Last night I got up to get some coffee because I could not get any sleep and something weird happened. It was quite faint so I put my ear to the hull in hopes to hear it better. It was definitely propellers! But they did not sound like those on a rescue sub, at least none of ours, maybe a surface vessel or some other sub I could not tell."

*Overhears Nokia*

"Aye. I heard them too. Couldn't tell you from what vessel they were from though."

*Oberon ponders and then nods.*

"I didn't hear them...but I did find something in the printer in the sonar room, and this boats sonarman is in the brig..."

*He strokes his chin, now getting bristled with stubble.*

"Raptor...I think that a meeting in the bar room might be an idea, so that we can all talk about the current situation and any thing we might have heard, such as those propellors, or found, such as this printout."

*Jimbuna enters the room*

"If you've got the sonar to work why not send out intermittent pings...especially if you hear propellor sounds overhead?"

"It was probably a merchantman anyway...a search vessel would have been sending active soundings to try and pinpoint us"

*Oberon looks a bit sheepish*

"Frankly Jim, I haven't got a clue how to work it. I just hit a few keys and found the printout sitting in the queued items tray. I'd be just as likely to send out dimensions on playmate of the month as send out a ping."

"But is there anyway to attract their attention?"

*Oberon thinks for a moment.*

"We could bang on the hull...but...think about it..."

*He lowers his voice and looks around.*

"Do we REALLY want to draw more attention and perhaps more monsters, towards us?"

"I'm worried about the active sonar, though. Given the battery condition, we might not have the juice to do it.

If we do...what frequency were those pings? If they were high-frequency, that means it was close. Low-freq, less likely. We're deep in the SOFAR channel here, and low-freq sonar can travel almost around the globe...

What can it be? Do we have any sonarmen on board? I only have minimal training in this sort of thing..."

*Oberon sighs again.*

"The Thanatus's sonar man is in the brig. I don't know about any of the civilian crew though...this is one of the reasons I'd like us to hold a meeting so we can sort out who knows what."

"Why does it have to be a monster? Couldn't it be a simple case of a deranged and deformed collection of retards....a throwback from some top secret experiment? Some transformation that only takes place in a darkened environment?"

"Get everyone in the same room overnight....rig a small light so everyone is visible...then I'll be happy to depend on my little friend"

*Taps on the 9mm Browning under his tunic*

"Sirs, I have a suggestion. Because the mob mania has died down a little, can we ask Raptor1 to take Baggygreen out of the brig, for now? He might know something, it's his sonar suite after all. Besides...how much food is in there anyway?"

*rummages through the papers in the captain's drawers, before noticing a strange tome lying on the floor, partly obscured by a heap of papers*

What's this...

*picks it up. it is a heavy book, with a strange inscription on it's cover. Flaps through the pages and sees that it is full of strange markings and texts, describing strange rituals, monsters and black magic. the book appears quite worn and used*

*runs to the bar, places the book down upon the counter*

Maybe you people would like to take a look at what the Admiral has been reading...

"Hey, Call of Cthulhu! Who's got the percentage dice?":haha:

*poking my head into the room.

"I overheard the idea of a meeting - and I concur. I don't like being partially responsible for the death of a fellow human, but we are sitting in a precarious place. If we want to all work together, we better start somewhere. As for why its a monster - unless you seem to think that Roman was just some freak of nature by mere coincidence, its safe to say that there are more than just humans on this boat. Also the way some have died have been due to injuries no human could create.

As a scientist, I deal only in cold facts, as hard as that is. There IS at least one "something inhuman" among us, and I suggest we find it or them and remove them from the equation - so that we have a chance at survival."

Quiet, Mr. SandyCaesar, this isn't the time to be playing role-playing games...