Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again.-Chapter 589: Vortan to the rescue.

The sea was silent, at last, but the fire was still burning. Sunshine was still in awe of it. How could a sea burn? For a moment, she wondered if she should have captured a burner and studied it. Their biology had to be interesting.

Cold air surged in her veins, she pressed her palms together, summoning frost. Ice blossomed on the suit, on the gloves and the water around her. It spiraled outward in millions of tiny flakes, spreading to the parts of the sea that were still burning.

She pushed up, using the thrusters to push herself to a reef outside the dome. From above, she pushed her ability further, spreading ice like a glacier, encasing the parts of the dome that were still on fire.

The fire fought back, roaring beneath the waves, but her ice was stronger.

Soon, the orange haze died down completely. And the opportunity to get rid of the beacon seemed to have arrived. Before she could take it from the space, Nine swam to her. He maintained his ridiculous swimming frog like movements!

"Is it over?" Nine asked tentatively, poking a dead sea bunny with the toe of his boot. "We actually did it!"

Before Sunshine could answer, a group of high-ranking Glacian guards swam forward, their spears held in a formal, upright position_ a sign of respect, but also a barrier.

A voice crackled over the emergency channel, deep and commanding. It was the Glacian Commander, watching from the command deck above. "Soldiers," the voice boomed. "The threat is neutralized. Escort the intruders to the observation deck immediately."

Sunshine looked at Nine. Nine looked at the empty expanse of the ocean. It did not look like they would be allowed to slip away unnoticed.

"Great," Nine sighed. "Now we’re in trouble."

Sunshine grabbed his claw, blinking desperately. "Partner," she whispered.

He nodded and said two words. "Noxians, partner."

Sunshine’s eyes widened. He was saying that they should lay the blame on the Noxians in case they were cornered. She gave him a thumbs up.

They were escorted away, less like heroes and more like prisoners. The observation deck felt like a pressure cooker, and it wasn’t just because of the thousands of tons of ocean pressing against the glass.

The Glacian Commander stopped his pacing, his boots clicking sharply on the metallic floor. He looked at Sunshine and Nine_ dripping wet, smelling of smoked seaweed, and wearing suits that cost more than a front-line battleship_ and narrowed his eyes. "Who," he began, his voice dropping to a gravelly bass, "are you?"

"Sunshine Raine," she said, wiping a smudge of salt from her visor. "And this is Nine Rathunn. We’re... the repairmen"

A ripple of whispers broke out among the staff. Repairmen? Since when did the maintenance staff carry weapons that could turn Deep Sea Burners_ creatures that usually required a full battalion to neutralize_ into drifting piles of carbonized ash?

"You possess weapons that defy our current understanding of thermal-kinetic warfare," the Commander stated, taking a step toward Sunshine. "I want to see them. Now."

Sunshine moved her shoulders like they were tensing up, her expression unreadable. The gloves were already gone, tucked safely away in her space. "With all due respect, Commander, I don’t show off my tools unless someone is looking to sign a purchase order."

Nine shifted uncomfortably, his wet boots making a squelching sound that ruined the tension. "Are we in trouble? Because we generally prefer a ’thank you’ over an interrogation. We did just save the territory, you know."

The Commander opened his mouth to retort, but the floor suddenly groaned. A deep, vibrating tremor shook the dome, causing the overhead lights to flicker and a shower of sparks to rain down from a nearby transport pod.

One of the high-ranking officials stood up and reminded him that they had to replace the magnetic field. "The conversation isn’t over, " the Commander growled.

"Actually, it is, Commander Xeviar" a new voice interrupted.

Vortan stepped onto the deck, looking like he hadn’t slept in three decades. He didn’t offer a greeting or a nod of gratitude. Instead, he let out a sigh so loud and weary it seemed to suck the oxygen out of the room. "You can either stand here and we can measure our egos," Vortan said, looking at the Commander, "or we can go fix the unstable power cores before this dome turns into the world’s most expensive aquarium. Your choice."

The Commander stiffened, but the reality of the situation was written in the red warning lights flashing across the deck. He gave a sharp, frustrated nod. "Go. But don’t think you’re disappearing after this, we have launched an investigation into what caused this disaster. Everyone that was here will be investigated, including your repairmen."

Vortan didn’t even look back as he gestured for Sunshine and Nine to follow him. "Don’t bother questioning them in my absence," he called over his shoulder to the Commander. "Unless you want to start a feud with the repairman council or explain to the King why you’re harassing the only people that saved this dome from collapsing." He gestured at Sunshine and Nine to move.

He did not know how, but he was sure the two troublemakers had done something and the council was going to have to wipe their butts.

The observation center erupted into a frenzy of activity as the Glacian staff scrambled to their posts, the threat of the King’s wrath proving much scarier than the monsters in the dark.

The repairmen descended. And then they descended some more. The underground of the dome was a mess. It was a cavernous, industrial gut located at the very base of the dome, where the pressure was so immense that the walls seemed to sweat. The air was thick with the smell of brine and hot metal.

As they reached the final level, they stepped into water that immediately rose to their waistlines. It was freezing, dark, and filled with floating debris. The only light came from the erratic, dying pulse of the power cores_ massive, glowing cylinders housed in reinforced glass.

One of them was barely flickering, its light a sickly, pale yellow instead of a vibrant blue.

"Great," Nine muttered, lifting his tool kit above his head. "I always wanted to work in a sewer. It really rounds out the resume."

Sunshine realized that they were not the only repairmen around. More were arriving by the minute. With this kind of job, it would be all hands-on deck. She would not be going home any time soon.

Sunshine raised her hand. "Sir, I need to make a call."

"Now?!" Vortan barked, struggling to open a heavy maintenance hatch.

"It’ll take two seconds!" Sunshine answered.

He nodded and she sneaked away to a corner. Within two seconds, the phone was in her hands and three seconds later, Hades’ voice brushed her ear. "Suni, if you are still calling me then it means you are not back yet."

"Yeah, I mean no. Minor hiccups in the job. I’ll be a bit delayed." She replied. "There was an accident on the job site."

"It’s okay, as long as you are unharmed. Everything is cool here.....Nimo awakened by the way. Regeneration. Her hand grew like a tree branch. But her nails are kind of claws!"