The Pacific Ocean
One thousand, two hundred meters in the pitch black, uncharted territories of the Pacific Ocean's bathyal zone, the gathered crew remains nurtured within the accommodating interior of the POSEIDON, and shielded by it's fortuitous structural design and quantum-shielded exterior. Behemothic in it's physical dimensions and characterized by it's bulbous, whale-like front, sleek silhouette and pale blue hull, the underwater watercraft's technological impeccability renders it capable of unmitigated submersion, reaching the lowest of aquatic depths. With a propulsion system reliant on large deuterium-tritium fusion reactors as well as three aft-mounted plasma drives, the POSEIDON fluidly maneuvers it's gargantuan form in the dark waters, surrounded by deep-diving sperm whales, frilled sharks, and viperfish.
Helmet-less, but fitted into the stylish grey-onyx Madridista Armor, Santi sets foot inside the vessel's second deck, the Information Center. An expansive space populated by research and technology laboratories, an armory, and the briefing/communications room. Instinctively governing himself with a straightened, patrician posture reminiscent to that of his late father's swaggering mannerisms, the Spaniard insouciantly makes his way into the briefing/communications room, addressing all assembled main crew members, Mackenzie Sullivan, Xenon, and of course, his corporate superior, Antonia Dain. Issuing them all a courteous nod, Santi winsomely smiles, "Hola Ms. Dain, Ms. Sullivan", cordially shifting his sapphire gaze to the Mutant Maestro, "And of course, hola Mr. Xenon".
Confident in the collective ability of the various engineers and scientists so generously offered by the Avalon CEO to operate the various functions of the gargantuan vessel, the Madridista began. "Now that we have had a bit of time to acquaint ourselves with one another, I would like to commend Ms. Dain", meeting the artistic savant's eyes prior to shifting to the others in attendance, "For providing us with a highly competent team of professionals to help in operating POSEIDON. Not that I expected any less of you bella", casting a quick wink of cosmopolitan panache in his boss' direction. "And I would like to commend Ms. Sullivan for agreeing to come along as a combat specialist, in case we encounter some hostile underwater civilization. And of course, Mr. Xenon for providing us with additional resources", he smiled affably.
"Tis quite simple why I asked you all to accompany me in this endeavor. In addition to all of the resources and benefits you've all provided of course", sportively quipping, the Spaniard continues. "Tis because you are all capable. One is a genius, an intellectual, a hardworking entrepreneur who has risen to the top of the corporate world because of her excellence. The other is the greatest combat expert that I know, and the best assessor of defense technology that I have ever known. And the last, he is another genius, the Supreme Chancellor of Venezuela", he paused. "I would not have selected any of you if I felt you were less capable. Sincerely, I look forward to working with you all". Accessing the control panel before him with a quick swipe of the finger, Santi incites the emergence of a colossal, translucent, geographically detailed, holographic projection of the world's major oceans.
Outlining the established order of their aquatic journey, Santi informs. "The first ocean to be explored will of course be, the Pacific. Then we go to the Southern Ocean, then the Atlantic, then the Arctic. The last will be the Indian Ocean as I do not find it particularly interesting. It's warmth prevents the production of phytoplankton which makes the marine life there, limited. Are we all fine with this?", he inquires, "I need everyone's input to see if this will be the order of our oceanic exploration".