The Void Operators Poseidan
Four elite operators that work out of a unit called ISA. A special division of the ISA that has to fund its own projects to stay afloat so no one knows they exist, other than the shadow government that runs the DARPA and other US govt entities that are beyond top secret. Their first mission is to shoot a courier for the Yakuza and his 12 body guards in a 13th floor hotel room. THey are carrying 300 million worth of diamonds in two suitcases. The lead operator Jack is on the 13th floor outside the room waiting for the shot. The black man thin, very muscular, is on the rooftop a mile away and fires the shot from a massive sniper rifle. Hits through the glass and kills four yakuza off the bat. Then the middle eastern agent outside the room with Jack, the tall white thin athletic leader breaks into the room by using his cell phone and armed with silenced handguns shoots them all in the head in 4 seconds. The asian lady that is small and behind a large computer screen is monitoring everything and talking them through it and organizing everything. Jack and keenan the middle eastern man take the two suitcases and take the elevator down. The black agent Jack is waiting downstairs in a black lexus limousine for them. They then pick. up Jada, the asian lady at another building. They all proceed to get onto a private jet to fly to Panama to exchange the diamonds for funds in a Papal bank account with the vatican that is safe from prying eyes. On the plane they look at the diamonds. they take some champgne and toast to funding more secret projects through the ISA. That allows them to use all US govt assets with the presidential seal, so to access no questions asked.
Drew receives a phone call, the voice states we have a concern. The Russians have reopened Status 6 and are now calling it Status 9. Poseidon 2 is the name of the new missile or torpedo of sorts. It is as long as a submarine, twice as long, but only goes ½ knot an hour. It takes 4 months to get to a coastline. Once a couple of miles off the coast, it detonates its nuclear payload. Then the nuclear aspect will take the tsunami and wipe out the city. But to ensure destruction, they added cobalt salt, which potentiates the radiation by 1000 times. So it will take over 75,000 years for the radiation to dissipate to the point that any human could live in that location. What is concerning is that they have increased the nuclear payload, made it more difficult to detect, and enhanced the Cobalt salt with something even nastier. We need to know what is going on, what it is, how to possibly detect it if they launch it. Your task is to get with the Navy, and we need you to capture it. Attach one of our nuclear subs to it and haul it back to our port so we can take it apart and work on it. It is unmanned to make things easier, so there is no fallout from having to kill or return Russian sailors. The team, drawn by Marissa, James, and Keenan, met up in the command center in the mountain. James just arrived back from spending time with his wife and invited the team over for a barbecue and swim in the indoor swimming pool over a few beers, microbrewed from Colorado. Drew states that he thought about using a Virginia-class nuclear submarine to tow the unmanned underwater vehicle (UUV). It is too large to put it into one of our subs or boats. It is usually traves at a depth of 1000 feet under the surface. My idea is to build a submarine like never before, using AI to increase the delivery date by three months from now. Everyone in the room just stared at him. Drew said, “I know it seems impossible”. DARPA has some metal 3d printers that will amaze you. Marissa, I need the Quantum computer’s new AI “Sheila” to not only design it with the idea that the sub will travel fater than the Poseidon and then open up its mouth, if you will and swallow it up, push out arms to contain it, and then remove the water around its propulsion system, making it inoperable. Oh, by the way, it needs to mask any outgoing communications to ensure Putin and friends don't get upset. We need it to disappear and then travel to Olavsvern is a Cold War–era underground submarine base in northern Norway. We can use this base to store it in. Give it a month, then travel with our sub under a large battleship back to our sub pens in Connecticut. We need a carrier and battleship up in Norway stat to go to the submarine cave to be around there so it doesn’t look suspicious when this manuever takes place. Any ideas for a name. Marissa says, “How about hungry Hippo, from the game hungry hungry hippo as a kid.” Everyone laughs and says they like it. Let Hungry Hippo take effect right now. I will call the Navy and ask the commandant. For its best sub captain, one that is somewhat difficult and does things he feels is right rather than listening to orders from people. I need a thinker, a real sailor from the old days that makes things happen and his men will die for him. So he calls the Navy Commandant and gets several names. So he travels to Norfolk and meets with them. He really likes Captain Harry Eragon. Drew tells Harry that his last name reminds him of the book about Eragon the Dragon. To which Harry nods. Harry is an old salt, the sea was meant for him. He spent all his life at sea and was given command of a sub of his own. When they did maneuvers, major navy war games, he would have his men watch Down periscope, a movie with Kelsy Grammar that makes the crew laugh and brings up morale. Drew brought Harry back to the command center. Explained the building process and it was going to cost a lot of money. Harry was shocked.
CHARACTERS
Drew
protagonist
Keenan
supporting
Marissa
supporting
Dr. Li Wei
antagonist
PLA commander
antagonist
delta force
protagonist
Colonel Ryan Oaks
supporting
PLA Guard
minor
Dr. Marcus Chen
supporting
Shanghai Guard
minor
Winston
minor
James Archuleta
supporting
Voice Contact
supporting
James Archuleta's Wife
supporting
Child 1
supporting
Child 2
supporting
Harry Eragon
protagonist
PAGE 1
Panel 1:A secure military phone in a dimly lit command center rings with an insistent red light blinking on its secure line. The camera pulls tight on the handset as a gloved hand reaches to answer it. The background is dark, suggesting early morning in the mountain facility.
Narrator:“Status 6 has been reactivated. The Russians call it Status 9 now.”
Panel 2:Drew stands in profile in the command center's main briefing room, phone pressed to his ear, his face illuminated by the glow of holographic displays showing satellite imagery and technical schematics. His expression is focused, calculating. The walls around him are lined with monitors displaying world maps and Russian naval positions.
“Voice on Phone: Poseidon 2. It's unmanned, travels at half a knot, takes four months to reach a target. Nuclear payload plus cobalt salt. Seventy-five thousand years of uninhabitable radiation.”
Panel 3:Close-up of Drew's face as he closes his eyes for a moment, processing the magnitude of the threat. His jaw clenches. Behind him, out of focus, technical readouts scroll across multiple screens.
“Drew: How long do we have?”
Narrator:“The question isn't if. It's when.”
Panel 4:Wide shot of the command center as Drew lowers the phone, his expression hardened into resolve. Around him, tactical maps and satellite feeds illuminate the cavernous space. The weight of command settles on his shoulders.
“Drew: Get Marissa, James, and Keenan. Now.”
Panel 5:The camera cuts to a residential section of the mountain facility—an upscale living quarters with a glass-walled indoor swimming pool. Through the windows, James Archuleta is visible in the water with Marissa and Keenan, beers in hand, laughing. Tropical plants and soft overhead lighting create a stark contrast to the briefing room's tension.
Narrator:“Moments of peace in the Void Operators are rare and fleeting.”
Panel 6:A runner approaches the pool's edge, interrupting the scene. Marissa notices first, her smile fading. The runner speaks urgently while gesturing toward the command center. The casual atmosphere evaporates instantly.
“Runner: Drew needs all of you. Command center. Immediately.”
PAGE 2
Panel 1:The command center briefing room. Drew stands at the head of a large tactical table displaying real-time satellite feeds of Russian submarine positions. Marissa, James, and Keenan stand around the table, still damp from the pool, having pulled on shirts. Their faces show the shift from relaxation to military focus.
“Drew: Russia's reactivated Status 6. They call it Status 9 now. Poseidon 2. An unmanned UUV the size of a small submarine.”
Panel 2:Close-up of the holographic display showing a 3D model of the Poseidon 2 UUV—a massive, cylindrical weapon nearly 300 feet long with a blunt nose and fins. Its proportions dwarf any conventional submarine. Red indicators pulse along its length showing the nuclear payload and cobalt salt components.
“Drew: Nuclear payload. Cobalt salt potentiates radiation by a thousand times. One detonation renders a coastline uninhabitable for seventy-five thousand years.”
Narrator:“The weapon that could end a nation without firing a shot.”
Panel 3:Keenan leans forward, studying the display. His tactical mind is already working through the problem. Marissa's expression shows she's already thinking several steps ahead. James stands with arms crossed, absorbing the scale of the mission.
“Keenan: How do we stop something moving at half a knot for four months?”
Panel 4:Drew turns to face the team directly. His voice is calm but carries absolute conviction. The camera is positioned behind the team, showing Drew's confidence despite the impossible odds.
“Drew: We build a submarine to intercept it. Not just any submarine. One designed by quantum AI that can swallow it whole.”
Panel 5:All three operators stare at Drew in stunned silence. Marissa's eyebrows rise. Keenan's mouth opens slightly. James's jaw tightens. The weight of what Drew is proposing hangs in the air.
“Drew: I know it seems impossible.”
Panel 6:Marissa steps forward, her brilliant mind already engaged with the problem. She points to the holographic display, her fingers tracing potential designs. A slight smile crosses her face—the smile of someone who loves an impossible challenge.
“Marissa: DARPA's metal 3D printers. We could design and build it in three months. I'll need Sheila—our quantum AI—to architect every detail.”
PAGE 3
Panel 1:Drew gestures to the holographic model of the Poseidon 2. He explains the design parameters with tactical precision. The camera shows him from the side, one hand raised, pointing out specific features of the UUV design.
“Drew: The sub needs to travel faster than the Poseidon. It opens its mouth. Swallows the UUV whole. Disables its propulsion.”
Panel 2:James steps closer to the display, his technical sergeant expertise evident as he studies the propulsion systems. His fingers hover near the hologram, tracing the UUV's engine compartment.
“James Archuleta: How do we mask the communications? Putin will detect any anomaly.”
Panel 3:Marissa moves to a secondary holographic interface, her fingers dancing across virtual controls. She begins sketching design parameters in three dimensions—a submarine that looks like nothing ever built before, with articulated arms, a gaping mouth-like opening, and sleek predatory lines.
“Marissa: Sheila masks all outgoing signals. The Poseidon disappears from Russian tracking. Then we ghost it to Olavsvern—the Norwegian submarine base.”
Panel 4:Keenan nods slowly, his tactical mind working through the logistics. The camera shows him from above, looking down at the map display showing the Atlantic Ocean, Norwegian waters, and the Connecticut submarine pens.
“Keenan: We need Navy assets in Norway. A carrier, a battleship. To make it look routine.”
Panel 5:Drew moves to the center of the table, his arms spread, commanding the space. His expression shows the weight of decision—he's about to authorize an operation that will cost millions and risk everything.
“Drew: Once we're secure at Olavsvern, we wait a month. Then we move it under the battleship back to Connecticut.”
Panel 6:Marissa suddenly laughs—a genuine, bright sound that breaks the tension. She looks at the others with a mischievous grin. The team's faces show confusion, then curiosity.
“Marissa: We should name it. How about Hungry Hippo? Like the game. It opens its mouth and swallows everything.”
Narrator:“Even in the shadow of apocalypse, the Void Operators find moments of dark humor.”
PAGE 4
Panel 1:The team laughs together—a release of tension mixed with the dark humor of operators who have seen impossible things. The camera pulls back to show all four of them around the tactical table, their laughter creating a moment of camaraderie before the storm.
“James Archuleta: Hungry Hippo. I like it. Keenan: Let's make it bite.”
Panel 2:Drew's expression hardens back into command mode. He moves toward a secure communications terminal, his hand already reaching for the phone. The shift from laughter to business is instantaneous.
“Drew: Marissa, get Sheila designing. We start building immediately. I'm calling the Navy Commandant. We need the best submarine captain alive.”
Panel 3:Close-up of Drew's hand lifting the secure phone. The red light blinks with the weight of command. His jaw is set, eyes focused. This call will set in motion an operation that will cost billions.
Narrator:“The next call would change everything. Again.”
Panel 4:A transition panel showing an F-35 fighter jet streaking across a clear blue sky toward Norfolk Naval Station. The camera is positioned ahead of the aircraft, showing its approach vector toward the base. The sun is bright, creating sharp contrails.
Narrator:“Twenty-four hours later.”
Panel 5:Norfolk Naval Station's submarine pens. A massive facility with numerous submarines docked at their moorings. The camera shows the industrial scale of the base—cranes, support vessels, the infrastructure of America's submarine force. Drew stands in the foreground, alone, surveying the base with the bearing of a man accustomed to command.
Narrator:“Norfolk. Where the best submarine captains in the world make their home.”
Panel 6:Inside a secure office at Naval Station Norfolk. A Navy admiral sits behind a desk lined with commendations and photographs. Drew sits across from him, the two men studying each other with the mutual respect of warriors. The admiral slides a folder across the desk toward Drew.
“Admiral: I have three captains for you. All unconventional. All brilliant. Captain Harry Eragon leads them all.”
PAGE 5
Panel 1:Captain Harry Eragon stands at the periscope of his submarine, one hand gripping the scope's handles, his weathered face showing the lines of a lifetime at sea. He's in his late fifties, salt-and-pepper beard, sharp eyes that miss nothing. Behind him, his crew works their stations with quiet efficiency. The submarine's interior is cramped, utilitarian, dominated by the complex machinery of underwater warfare.
Narrator:“Captain Harry Eragon. Thirty-five years at sea. Never backed down from a fight.”
Panel 2:Harry steps away from the periscope. His first officer approaches with a message—Drew has requested a meeting. Harry's expression shows curiosity and a hint of wariness. He's seen many intelligence officers, but something about this one feels different.
“First Officer: Captain, a Commander Drew is waiting in the wardroom. He says it's urgent.”
Panel 3:The submarine's wardroom—a small, crowded space with a table, chairs, and a coffee urn. Drew stands waiting, his bearing immediately marking him as someone outside the normal chain of command. When Harry enters, the two men lock eyes. The moment is electric—two warriors recognizing each other.
Panel 4:Drew extends his hand. His grip is firm, confident. Harry shakes it with the grip of a man who has spent his life hauling himself through submarine hatches and gripping the wheels of command.
“Drew: Your name reminds me of the book. Eragon the Dragon. Harry Eragon: The sea was meant for me, sir. Not fantasy.”
Panel 5:They sit across from each other at the wardroom table. Drew leans forward, his expression serious. The coffee cup sits untouched between them. Harry listens with the intense focus of a man used to receiving orders that changed everything.
“Drew: I need a captain who thinks for himself. Who does what's right, not what's ordered. I need someone my men will die for.”
Panel 6:Harry leans back in his chair, his weathered face showing he's heard recruitment pitches before. But something in Drew's eyes—the absolute certainty, the weight of command—tells him this is different. This is real.
“Harry Eragon: What's the mission?”
PAGE 6
Panel 1:Drew lays out the mission. The camera shows him from Harry's perspective, leaning across the table, his voice low and intense. Behind him, through the porthole of the wardroom, the submarine dock is visible—a reminder of the industrial scale of what's about to happen.
“Drew: Russia's built a weapon. An unmanned UUV carrying enough nuclear payload to end civilization. We're building a submarine to hunt it down and capture it.”
Panel 2:Harry's eyes widen slightly. It's the only visible reaction—his military bearing keeps the rest of his expression neutral. But the calculation in his eyes shows he's already thinking through the tactical implications, the risks, the impossibility of the task.
Narrator:“Harry Eragon had faced impossible odds before. This was different. This was the mission he'd been waiting for his entire life.”
Panel 3:Drew pulls out a tablet and shows Harry renderings of Hungry Hippo—the submarine design. It's unlike anything Harry has ever seen. Sleek, predatory, with articulated arms and a massive mouth-like opening. The design is beautiful and terrifying in equal measure.
“Drew: We're building this. Three months. DARPA's metal 3D printers. You'll command it.”
Panel 4:Harry studies the design, his finger tracing the lines of the submarine. His expression shows the mixture of awe and professional skepticism of a man who has spent thirty-five years in vessels designed with proven technology. This is a leap into the unknown.
“Harry Eragon: Three months? That's impossible. Drew: Quantum AI design. Quantum manufacturing. We'll make it possible.”
Panel 5:Drew leans back, letting the weight of the proposal settle. He watches Harry's face, reading the calculations happening behind those weathered eyes. This is the moment—the moment when Harry decides if he's going to step into legend or stay safe in his command.
“Drew: The cost will be substantial. Billions. But the alternative is unthinkable.”
Panel 6:Harry's hand closes into a fist on the table. His jaw sets. The decision crystallizes in his eyes. He's spent thirty-five years preparing for this moment, and he knows it.
“Harry Eragon: I'm in. When do we start?”
PAGE 7
Panel 1:A montage panel showing the F-35 jet carrying Drew and Harry streaking across the sky toward Utah. The camera pulls back to show the vast landscape below—mountains, desert, the scale of America's geography. The sun is setting, casting golden light across the terrain.
Narrator:“The flight back to the mountain facility. Twenty-three hours to prepare Harry for what awaited him.”
Panel 2:Inside the F-35's cabin, Harry sits across from Drew. They're at altitude, the window showing nothing but sky and clouds. Harry's weathered face is studying Drew with intense focus. He's asking silent questions—who is this man, what organization does he really work for, and what have I just committed myself to?
“Harry Eragon: Who do you really work for? Drew: The United States. Unofficially. We exist in the spaces between.”
Panel 3:Drew's expression is calm, assured. He's answered this question many times, and he knows Harry needs to understand the truth to do his job.
“Drew: We take missions the government can't officially acknowledge. We fund ourselves through operations that keep us off the books entirely.”
Panel 4:Harry leans back in his seat, processing this information. He's commanding a submarine that doesn't officially exist, for an organization that doesn't officially exist, hunting a weapon that could end the world. The absurdity and necessity of it all crystallizes in his mind.
Narrator:“Harry understood. He was no longer Captain of a Navy submarine. He was something else entirely now. Something beyond the official world.”
Panel 5:A transition panel showing the F-35 descending toward the mountain facility. The camera is positioned at the nose of the aircraft, showing the approach vector toward the hidden base. The sun is setting behind mountains, casting the landscape in deep blues and purples.
Narrator:“The mountain facility. Where the impossible becomes routine.”
Panel 6:The hangar of the mountain facility. The F-35 touches down on the runway. The camera pulls back to show the massive scale of the facility—the hangar doors, the runway, the infrastructure hidden beneath the mountain. Harry steps out onto the tarmac, looking around at the impossible facility. His expression shows the weight of what he's just entered.
Narrator:“Captain Harry Eragon had just stepped into a world that officially didn't exist.”
PAGE 8
Panel 1:The command center's main briefing room. Drew leads Harry inside. The room is massive, filled with holographic displays showing the construction timeline for Hungry Hippo, the satellite tracking of the Poseidon 2, and the logistics of the entire operation. Marissa stands at the central display, her fingers dancing across the holographic interface. James and Keenan are studying technical schematics on a secondary display.
“Drew: Captain Harry Eragon, meet the Void Operators. Your new crew.”
Panel 2:Marissa turns from her display, extending her hand to Harry. Her brilliant eyes show she's already assessed him and found him worthy. James and Keenan nod in greeting—the acknowledgment of warriors.
“Marissa: Sheila's already designed Hungry Hippo. Three months to build, Captain. Your submarine will be the most advanced vessel ever constructed.”
Panel 3:Harry shakes Marissa's hand, his weathered grip meeting her confident one. The moment carries weight—these are the people he's now committed himself to, and the bond forms instantly in the handshake.
Narrator:“Marissa. The brilliant architect of impossible operations. James. The specialist in exotic technologies. Keenan. The tactical mind that solved problems others couldn't see.”
Panel 4:Drew guides Harry to the central holographic display. The model of Hungry Hippo rotates slowly—a predatory submarine with articulated arms, a massive mouth-like opening, sleek lines designed by quantum AI. The Poseidon 2 is shown in a comparative scale display—Hungry Hippo is smaller but faster, more agile, built for the hunt.
“Drew: You'll command the most dangerous submarine in history. Your mission is to hunt, capture, and recover a weapon that could end the world.”
Panel 5:Harry studies the design with professional intensity. His mind is already running through the operational logistics, the tactical challenges, the impossible timeline. But underneath the calculations, there's something else—the knowledge that he's been chosen for the greatest command of his life.
“Harry Eragon: The cost will be extraordinary. Drew: Billions. But the alternative is extinction.”
Panel 6:A final wide shot of the command center. Harry stands at the center, surrounded by the Void Operators and the holographic displays of the operation ahead. The camera pulls back to show the full scope of the facility, the scale of the mission, the weight of what's about to unfold. Harry's expression is resolute—he's crossed the threshold into legend.
“Drew: Welcome to the Void Operators, Captain. Let's make Hungry Hippo bite.”
Narrator:“Three months to build the impossible. A lifetime to earn the command. The hunt for Poseidon 2 was about to begin.”