4x Ship Novels & Stories

Warning Quantum Battery is currently in hibernation mode, output stable however strong movement is ill advised. Xanne: Thanks Pup. One of the very few useful blessings brought to us by our wonderful traitor. I wonder how she's doing.. not like she'll come back to the ship anytime soon. (He chuckles to himself as he takes a sip from his flask and flips a few switches on the railing in front of him. The ship begins to slowly power on as the invisibility cloak returns to which normal active function and they begin to slowly rise out of the water. The engine as quiet as the average house car yet simultaneously capable of movement that would make Nassau and most governments militaries jealous. As

on the steel bulkhead. The Shem mother ship, if that's what the vessel could properly be called, was shaped like a Flava fruit, except that it had an enormous landing bar where the pit should have been, plus thousands of compartments instead of pulp. Jyro had counted forty-three circular corridors so far, all connected by radial passageways B through X. Of course thousands of compartments remained locked, he'd been unable to establish communications with the robots, and he was no closer to getting off the ship than the day he had arrived. But God helps those who help themselves, so the effort would continue.

"I have no warships. War is bad for trade. Many times I have told you, Xaro Xhoan Daxos is a man of peace." Xaro Xhoan Daxos is a man of gold, she thought, and gold will buy me all the ships and swords I need. "I have not asked you to take up a sword, only to lend me your ships." He smiled modestly. "Of trading ships I have a few, that is so. Who can say how many? One may be sinking even now, in some stormy corner of the Summer Sea. On the morrow, another will fall afoul of corsairs. The next day, one of my captains may look at the wealth in his hold and think, All this should belong to me. Such are the perils of trade. Why, the longer we talk, the fewer ships I am likely to have. I grow poo

"It just doesn't look like much." Ex-fucking-scuse me. I scoffed. I narrowed my eyes, taking offense instantly. I glanced back at my spaceship, rust along the corners of the bay doors. Dust and dirt caked the various panels. Sure, she needed a little sprucing up, but she was still the sexiest spaceship from here to the Nebula 46 on the edge of the Black. "I'll have you know that Peacemaker is an Elysium-7. Best fucking ship of its class."

He reached down to take my hand to help me up behind him. “We could go to the shipping yard. We have excellent ships.” Xipher was saying right before we flew into the air with Mom following on Shiba. I am impressed with how well she handled a dregon. After all, she only flew tayrens and dregons are much bigger and faster than a tayren. But she assured us that she could handle one. I smiled over at her as she kept up with Xipher. She rode Shiba like a pro. She looked over at me and smiled back. She was truly enjoying herself and this tour.

Xasha was on the deck of the airship, standing by the rails with his hand behind his back. As he looked at the ground moving underneath his feet. He could see forests, lakes, towns, and cities flying by. The airship had been traveling for over 10 days, but they still had another 5 days to go. Nobody was slacking off, they were still training and sharpening their skills for the upcoming fight. Xasha's worry was that they had a lot of strength but not much practical experience, so this trip would also act as training.

...Lexi POV... I continue to speed closer and closer to the shipyards. Maxing out the top speed ages ago. I weave in and out of traffic, not letting anything get in my way. From the little bit I saw on the screen earlier, it looks like Xavier is trapped in a boat somewhere, that is sinking. Which will make finding him at least slightly easier. But from the way the boat was taking on water, it appears that I don't have much time. I need to get to him.

, I say as he enters the ship again. “You could’ve fired it immediately we started. You wanted me to see the new spell.” He sat down beside me and turned the ship back into flight mode. “ I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The ship entered the crack in the hole, entering the atmosphere. “Of course you don’t”, I say, jabbing his arm. As the ship soon stops as another ship like it appears in front of ours. “Identify yourself, or we’ll shoot you down.” On cue, other ships appear all around us with bigger cannons. X calmly walks out the ship and floats mid air. The person in the other ship is in shock as he recognises X. “You traitor! Fire on him! Now!”

The blue ship was there, its wooden hull riding low in a harbor that looked less like water and more like the deep, unwritten reservoir of the world before the Spire gave it a name. Xander stood over the table, his breath coming in ragged, freezing gasps that turned to mist in the morning air. His fingers, still stained with the ash of the willow timber and the black grease of the Enforcer’s hydraulic fluid, gripped the edge of the wood until the joints went white. "That's Mia’s ship," he whispered, his eyes locked on the microscopic sails that were made of the same jagged, carved light as our wooden stars. "But Elias said they sailed into the margins. He said they were waiting in the gaps."

Planet FXP-04, Copernicus System, Federal Outer Systems A whole fleet of ships flashed in at the beacon high above Federal eXperimental Planet number four. Two of them were heavy cargo cruisers, and their company’s logo was painted in bright colors along the side. All around them was their hired protection, frigates and fighters and corvettes and mecha. The convoy’s captain - the one inside the lead cargo cruiser - hailed the Naval ships that sat a thousand meters above them. Up there was a cruiser with a three-destroyer escort. Two wings of fighters also flew around and patrolled.