![]() ![]() In the dystopian novel The Secret of the League (1907) by Ernest Bramah, Moloch is the name of a prototype flying-machine that goes off course and is eventually lost.Gustave Flaubert's Salammbô (1862), a semi- historical novel about Carthage, depicts the practice of child sacrifice to Moloch.Eponymy and other references Įponym: One who gives, or is supposed to give, his name to a people, place, or institution ( OED) Moloch, opera by Max von Schillings, (premieres Dec 8,1906 in Dresden) is about a priest, seeking to teach those oppressed by the Romanas, who becomes frustrated and commits suicide. It portrays Adolf Hitler living life in an unassuming manner during an abrupt journey to the Bavarian Alps. Moloch (Молох) is a 1999 Russian biographical drama film directed by Alexander Sokurov. When it gave out, I abandoned it and kept swimming.Part II of Allen Ginsberg's 1955 poem " Howl", "Moloch", is about the state of industrial civilization, Moloch is also the name of an industrial, demonic figure in Fritz Lang's Metropolis, a film that Ginsberg credits with influencing "Howl, Part II". My suit started beeping, I connected the last oxygen tank I had and went towards the surface with my scooter. Mere seconds later while I desperately treated my injuries, I could hear the screams of my crewmates as the monster started chewing on the hull.then silence. Then without warning it came.Īll I saw was an eldritch horror with a giant beak emerge from the darkness, ramming me out of the way and nearly killing me in the process. I kept swimming upwards, praying that the sub was there. The moment I exited the sub, it sank past me like a rock down into the dark depths.Īfter a moment of recovery, I started swimming upwards towards where I expected our sub to be.Īs I made the beginners mistake of not bringing a sonar or beacon I could only hope to find the sub by going with my gut. I swam as fast as I could back to the airlock, silently praising the captain for upgrading some diving suits to ADS earlier. Our continuous saturation fire combined with the water from my forced entry had entirely flooded the enemy sub and we were sinking at an alarming rate.įinally I managed to find it and the maneuver was successful - the subs disentangled and our sub halted its decend.at 4500m depth, while I was still sinking rapidly. While making my way to the nav terminal I received the captains order to hurry up. After breaching the airlock I encountered just 2 living crew members which I could swiftly dispatch with the harpoon gun. The travel was short and surprisingly uneventful, putting my fears of getting shot by the coilguns to rest. I informed the captain who desperately tried to steer in different directions of my plan, gave myself a shot of steroids and ventured out into the cold sea. By this point, both subs had flooding in some compartments and we began sinking with no ground in sight, general panic among the crew started kicking in and most crewmembers became unresponsive, busy repairing the hull or firing the guns like madmen.īecause the situation grew more dire by the second, I decided that the only chance was to board the enemy sub and try to reverse its engine to remove the jam. This too however only seemed to work for a short while, as the enemy sub suddenly rammed us and we got stuck against each other. The captain maneuvered us closer in an angle which initially looked promising, keeping them at 1-2 o'clock and allowing all our topside guns to fire at them. The gunner shot.and missed, forcing us to directly face them. The enemy submarine was in surprisingly close proximity to the next station and on our way we merely encountered a handful of spinelings and mudraptors.Īs we were nearing the enemy sub, the captain shouted his orders, directing the gunner to blindfire the nuke at 1 o'clock as an opening strike. We had our hull almost fully upgraded, already prepared a nuke shell in advance to finish it quickly and morale was extremely high because of our early successes. It was a simple-sounding job: Destroy an enemy Submarine. An older story, where I was serving as a medic and were still quite wet behind the ears. ![]()
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