Madeleine

The One Where The Ulysses Goes Bye-Bye

Each sub-pod was manned by two people, one to helm the vehicle and the other to operate the weaponry.
The main propellor gave each mini-assault vehicle essential mobility in the water at high speed.

Over the radio, Rourke commanded "Fire!" and missiles were shot at the Leviathan which set the ship free from its clutches. "Does the journal say how to defeat the Leviathan?" Madeleine asked. She was holding Milo's hand as the two of them were huddled around a little table and he quickly read through the pages.

"Not from what I can see, Maddy. It only tells us about the creature's existence and nothing more," her brother fretted. "We're free. All ahead full," Rourke commanded.

The Leviathan attacked the sub-pods and they needed backup. "Fire torpedoes!" Rourke instructed. "Fire torpedoes!" the ensign repeated and the torpedoes were launched too. In response, the Leviathan fired a shot of blue electrical volts, damaging the ship by blasting a hole through the vessel.

The impact of the hit knocked everyone around and Madeleine and Milo were separated in the midst of the chaos. The Shepherd's Journal fell out of Milo's grip and slid across the floor, eventually coming to a halt underneath a stack of draws.

"This can't be happening!" Milo edged his way through preoccupied sailors who were running up and down before laying himself flat on the ground. He extended his arm out, his fingertips grazing the old cover.
Come on! Come on, he reached out a little further and was able to grab a hold of it, sighing in relief.

Helga, who regardless of being physically strong, needed help moving crates so that their weaponry wouldn't be destroyed. "You. Yeah, you. Come here and help me move these crates." she beckoned the young girl over who was nearby.

Together, the two began carrying the crates of weapons back and forth between the escape pods and the main chamber. Despite their best efforts to protect their ship, the submarine was beginning to fall apart. Steam hissed through the gaps and screws and bolts became loose.

The tools were sent soaring wildly in all directions prompting Audrey to run for cover through the forming pools of water and scurry up a ladder. A fellow worker grabbed her arm, helping her up. "Get me the bridge!" she commanded.

"Sir, it's engineering on four," Packard said calmly while she amused herself with a magazine.

"Rourke! We took a big hit down here and we're taking on water fast. I don't want to be around when it hits the boilers!" Audrey warned through the intercom. "How much time do we have?" Rourke questioned.

"Twenty minutes if the bulkhead holds" she replied just as the bulkhead broke with a clang, "you better make that five." "You heard the lady. Let's move!" Rourke yelled.

"Move! Where? Move where? Where's my sister?" Milo was ignored and shoved down the stairs towards the escape pods by a sailor.

Upon noticing that she was close by to the sleeping quarters, Madeleine ran inside to grab her bag and Milo's while the crew were evacuating the sinking ship.

In Milo's room, the door slammed shut when the ship was turned on its side and she couldn't get it open. "Help!" she screamed, banging against the metal but over the blaring of sirens, her cries could not be heard.

Adrenaline kicked in and even though her hands were aching red, she did not give up and kept towing with all the strength she had in her tiny body. When there was no difference, she scoured the room for tools. In the back of a broken cupboard, she found a rusty old crowbar.