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Here's a little Anno 2070 Fanfic i wrote. If you like it, ill write more! for more of my writing please visit my site.
~Nkarpovich

Avina let out a sigh and ran a hand through her hair as she stood on the bridge of her ark, The Bastion, and turned, nodding her head at her helmsman to bring the Bastion to the surface. The helmsman nodded, and pressed a button on his console, then slowly nudged a lever upward. With each tick the lever passed, the Bastion's engines became louder, and with a low groan, she began to move upward from the oceans floor. Avina looked out a nearby porthole, and watched as the water outside slowly grew lighter with each passing moment. She watched as a large tuna swam past, then her eyes widened as the Bastion rose into a large swarm of bright pink jellyfish, their sheer quantity diffusing the light entering into the bridge, sending pink hued splotches and shadows scattering across the small room. After a moment of staring in awe, Avina was shaken out of her reverie when her helmsman cleared his throat and looked at her, then said "Thirty seconds to the surface ma'am". Avina gave a nod, then walked over to the comm. She flipped it on, then pressed a button and spoke into it. "Sergei.. get a crew together and man the Hermes. Loadout for recon." The comm crackled then a male voice came back over, garbled with static. "Aye ma'am. We'll be ready in fifteen minutes." With a curt nod, Avina cut the comm and walked up to the observation platform to have a look around.
A few moments later, Avina stood on the Observation platform that wrapped around the Bastion, staring out at A decent sized speck of land off on the horizon. As she studied it, a tumultuous swarm of whirs and clangs issued forth from below her. The clamor ended with a loud splash as the Bastion's hangar door hit the water. Avina wrinkled her nose as the smell of diesel exhaust assaulted her, accompanied by the sounds of an engine starting. Seconds later, another splash was heard, and the Bastion's scout vessel, the Hermes, issued forth from the hanger, practically skipping across the water towards the distant speck, a land Avina hoped to turn into her home.