<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Kreiger%2C_Becca.jpeg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Rebecca Harrigan<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Selkie<br/><strong>Time/Date: 0034 to 0115 EDT 6 Apr 2102</strong><br/><strong>Location: Stane Industries Platform Foxtrot Zero Nine Six.</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: All</strong><br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>NSFW Warning:N/A</strong><br/><br/>"Aye  now, secure dem nets! We turn her east and pour on the heat. We can make Perrin's by dark." The captain encouraged his crew as they stowed the gear from their fishing haul. The hull was heavy with tuna, not quite full, allowing for a rougher sea, yet making the ship ride low in the waters. The 101 meter trawler crew bustled efficiently as they cleared the nets. The seas were steady and the crew was amicable, this meant a paycheck, one they all needed.<br/><br/>Then the skies opened up and the spontaneous day that lasted only a few moments was enough to send dread through all of their hearts. The plummeting craft coursed through the sky to their north and west. Well that was unfortunate, that was where they were heading, then just as the night began to settle, the arcing blaze of smoke and atmospheric stress passed the horizon to brighten their night once again. That was when the first boom occurred, followed by the second in a surreal sense that the audio was several seconds late from the video, yet this was real life. "Captain?" The call came from a stout young woman six foot at the ear, who called up from the decking, her hair waving long and proud in the winds. Her scarlet peacoat bore years of loving use, and she was removing her gloves in readiness for what he ordered.<br/><br/>"Secure all hatches, turn us to the light. Batton and stow all below, it's about to get rough. Then get up here girl, may need ya." Noah Harrigan looked to the light, there would be trouble there, that was near the platform, and that had hit hard. Were they looking to a shockwave? Noah turned to the bridge as well, he needed to be inside. As he watched the swell rise in the distance his radio erupted in a distress call. "Mayday, mayday, mayday to anyone in receiving distance, this is the U.S.S. Byers and we are going down, repeat we are going down and require immediate assistance."<br/><br/>Becca rolled through the door as the last of the distress call came over. "We will lend aid." That was all she said, though there brooked no argument from the Captain.<br/><br/>"Aye lass, but first we get through this. They are 8.7 nautical miles away and that is coming at us." He nodded to the swell sweeping across the surface of the ocean as he pointed to a marker he had placed on the charts.<br/><br/>They were far enough out that the initial surge had crashed, but the mountain of water was still high as they were thrust skyward by the encroaching wave. As they crested the wave and descended into the ensuing trench following the wave, the captain called for all the power his craft could muster, and her crew fell in. "As soon as you can, you get in the water girl, I will have boats out to collect, but ye find out who is living and get them air. Right? Careful be, not all will like you, but let them hate you from the sand and not the grave."<br/><br/>The wait was interminable, but there was no use her wearing herself out before she was close enough to help. It was a scene from a nightmare, the platform was nothing more than twisted metal with four shattered spears of iron and more jutting from the ocean. The waters held floating lakes of fire burning merrily upon the turbulent waters. The destroyer was listing to the port as it came into her crew scampering across the decking. As soon as she could take all of this in, she was bolting from the bridge, and that was the cue the captain called all hands to assist with rescue. They were still several minutes till they could drop rescue boats, but there were preparations to be made. All of the blankets were being lined up on the galley tables, Ropes and rescue lines were prepared and drop boats were hoisted and readied for descent.<br/><br/>Becca flowed through the waters like a shark, her body moving through the turbulence as she sought fallen forms moving from drifting sinking forms with surety. She was terrified, but this was her environment as much as the merman's. She found one, clinging to life and bore him quickly to some flotsam that would support his heavily injured form and securing this to another much larger floating bit of platform. She tagged the flotsam with a fish tracker. She hoped he would live. Then she was off again, making her way through the waters, making her way to the ship, for there was such utter destruction, she doubted any other was able to jump before they were destroyed.