Beneath the electrified waves, a shadow darted between kelp forests with the ease of moonlight slipping through cracks. Of Chromajellies' core, a mastermind, though often breathless from panic, guided their band of rebels through treacherous Cyctopi territories. This time, strokes of bioluminescent tendrils brushed against the walls of an underwater lab. A prize was within, a data chip thick with secrets vital to OctaTech. The tangled paths of the trenches cloaked them, yet a sudden shiver shot through – Cyctopi security drones, a myriad of red eyes, scanning for an intrusion. Teeth gritted, a diversion was conjured, faint pulses of their own light drawing machines astray. Finnese or force – the choice was narrow but intuitive, leading now feints and illusions, swerving destiny out of clenched jaws.