Oh well.
"Looking for materials."
[2] Your quiet tone and dark voice frightens the individual. Instead of responding directly, he backs off quietly and glances back at you occasionally.
You finish pulling the door up, revealing some rolling welding equipment and replacement parts for aircraft, including landing gear, fuselage patchwork, cockpit glass, propellers, turbines, and tubing. A workbench at the side contains all of the necessary tools to dismantle aircraft parts and work with them.
Ehm... Kinda... Loose conciousness, I guess.
[6] You stop moving, resigned to your fate, although the diver's message remains unclear. Your lack of movement not only convinces the diver that you are already blacked out, but also keeps you awake long enough to perceive being slid into the airlock and having the water pumped out of the bag you are in, refilling it with precious air. And after all that, you've still managed to keep some of your breath to prevent the water from getting into your lungs.
You wait out the situation. You don't see anything inside the bag as it is dark. However, you feel the bag being dragged around with you inside of it, and then pulled off in a single direction. You hear faint muffled voices around you, as well as a deep rumbling that seems to be growing over time. After some additional maneuvers, you are pulled up out of the water, somehow, most likely in some kind of moon pool. You are dragged out onto the floor, and the end of the bag is opened, letting in light. A hand reaches in to pull you out.
"Got a truck and some people I can borrow? I have an armory full of prototypes I'd like to collect for my personal use and a fair amount of standard weaponry I'd be happy to donate."
The gentleman takes some time to think about your offer, then answers back:
"We definitely appreciate your offer. Time is short, but yes, we do have transportation available around the city. Where is this armory of yours located?"A gentleman and a lady walk past you and disappear around the corner. You hear climbing take place on a metal platform and also a light clanging sound followed by a light splash.
Another figure rushes past you in a hurry.
Get my boys to process the people inside the ball room, and send them to me. Who are they?
You snap a few pictures of the room with your phone and retreat into the hallway, quickly sending the photos to your boys' computers. Fortunately, you still have reception so far with your tower's antennae. Given the antennae's size it should work for quite a few kilometers, if not more, so you have about thirty minutes or more depending on where and when the Gentleman is taking the airship.
You get a call back about the info.
"Lukim, our software only recognized one guy. The gentleman with the gray beard and the monocle-Jaffa Olympias-is a first class sky pirate, visited once about a year ago. He's dangerous, don't try anything when he's around. Hes probably almost as good with a knife as you are!"
Looking back over the pictures, you notice that one person's face is directed straight at the camera, in fact he seems to have noticed you while you were taking the photo. Nobody is coming to the door, however.
((Crap sorry, sorry, sorry.))
Hey! You there, in the lab coat, do you want to explain why you've brought me here, for The Sun's sake?
You surprise the talker with your statement. He turns and states that he in fact has no idea why you were brought here. He speaks as if, however, he was a resident of this vessel. Surely, you think, he would at least know what is going on.
"Ah, it's you! Hans William, Intern #375. It's good to see you, if it's have a decade later."
Defias turned to the ocean dwellers.
"So, you lived under the ocean? I, uh, read about that before. Pretty big. So..."
Another Skylander breaks the awkwardness by coming in from behind and asking you why he has been brought here--he seems to be interpreting your fabulous coat as a symbol of authority. How mistaken is he!
The ocean dwellers continue in their silence and awkwardness. Perhaps, then, they weren't prepared to be asked about their backgrounds. That still leaves many things unexplained, such as why the Gentleman would go through such lengths to bring these people up here. Surely his goals must be ambitious and require only the best of recruits.