Ahsoka Tano Ships Novels & Stories

It didn't matter to her since she figured that most of them were given new identification codes so no one would know of their previous owners. She walked by a separate hanger and looked at the number and saw that she had come to the hanger bay Levi had told her about earlier. As she walked in her jaw dropped in awe of the ship, she would be traveling in. It wasn't like the others she had seen. It had a very sleek design, but was still massive. She noticed that it was designed for combat above all things; it had twin plasma cannons on the front and sides. After taking in the size of the vessel she looked around for her pilot. There were several soldiers posted around the ship and technicians

After Hansuke and Eiichi safely boarded the hover ship, they immediately flew towards Naoko and Tadashi to pick them up. By the time Tadashi and Naoko safely boarded the hover ship, the Devourer caught up once again. Isamu and Aimi skillfully controlled the hover ship in making sharp turns to avoid its attacks. Amidst the strong turbulence of the hover ship, Tadashi supported Naoko back to the control room and up the short flight of stairs to the command table. Only after she buckled herself into her seat did he buckle himself down to the seat beside her. Seeing that everyone was finally secured, Tatsuya shouted his next command. "Hit the boo-"

"I'm sure within a day or two they will move beyond our territorial waters. We have to prepare everything.” After saying that, Alpha Jabre nodded and then left. Upon the departure of Alpha Jabre, Rohan's gaze was still fixed on the large ships lined up far in front of him, which seemed to want to dominate the sea. Their arrogance was visible from how they decorated their warships. Even while looking at the ships, Rohan's head was still filled with the image of Sashal. He clenched his fists and tightened his jaw. “Your Highness! How long will you glare at them? Let's take care of our end before rejoining in this place, okay?”

The two guards on the gangplank slapped their necks, swayed for a second, and collapsed into a heap of golden armor. "Go," Ashren signaled. I waved my hand. Two hundred refugees of my Onyx Legion emerged from the darkness. They weren't wearing rags anymore. They moved with purpose, boarding the three ships: the Sun’s Fury (the flagship), the Dawn Treader (a transport), and the Gilded Hawk (a fast frigate). I boarded the Sun’s Fury. The deck was pristine teak and brass. It smelled of lemon polish and money. "Get to the bridge," I ordered the corporal. "Start the engines. Keep them low. We drift out until we clear the breakwater."

***** Four days ago, we departed on one of the boats Travis and Rhett left behind, from a western shore of Asiarian. Something we had never figured out, was how Orion and his army of rogues and crawlers got around the realm so fast. Boats: Supercharged 80-foot yachts for the higher-ups and smaller cargo ships that had custom-built engines that were faster than a regular boat, with upgraded GPS and tracking equipment. I bet King Kellen’s top tech, Damon, would have a field day with these.

And hovering right above it, tethered by thick refueling umbilicals, was the Aegis-Class Destroyer. The train was heading directly under the belly of the massive airship. "The cargo-lift doors on the underside of that ship are open for receiving," Dax said, his voice deadly calm over the roaring wind. "When the train passes underneath, the track goes up a slight incline. We hit the throttle, disengage the mag-locks, and use the train's momentum to jump straight up into the hangar bay." "We're going to jump a motorcycle into a flying battleship," Tank said, a wide, manic grin visible behind his visor. "Prez, you are a beautiful lunatic."

Alphas should be in control, held accountable for their own decisions, not to be bossed around. The Council is constituted by eight elders from their respective clans. Each known for either their heightened knowledge or warrior skills in terms of politics, war, and conflict. To be honest, I can't stand the fact that they call themselves vessels for justice when they can't even spare one fucking luxury car to help lower-ranking packs in need. With my brows tightly knitted, I stirred towards the entrance and made my way inside the pack halls. My heightened senses immediately picked up the echoing sounds of the mike as one of the elders made his speech.

And that's where I see them. Not one. Not two. A full escort. Guards line the edges of the clearing, positioned like they're expecting a threat. Or transporting one. In the center waits the transport—dark, reinforced, built more like a moving cage than anything meant for comfort. Thick iron bands run along its sides, and hitched to it— Not horses. Massive ironclad dragons. Their eyes glow faintly, unnatural and sharp, smoke curling from their nostrils as they shift restlessly against their restraints.

After a few minutes of walking the catwalks, his destination came into view. Attached to Docking Bay Alpha-Centauri-12 was a most peculiar ship. The three kilometer long vessel did not wield an armored prow, barely any superstructure to mention. If anything the bow looked more like an Alligator head. The main hull was relatively slender, blending with the larger bow head in the front, and the large engine bay in the back. The hull was flanked by two large flight-pods At the stern there were eight huge engines mounted around the main hull. Each engine had about a quarter of the total length of the ship. Overall the ship looked well armored. He tried, but Goradin could not find many lights ind

The other men followed in two discreet SUVs. The drive to Yokohama port was smooth, silent except for the low classical music drifting from hidden speakers and the occasional murmur between Haruto and Sakura in Japanese. I pressed my forehead to the tinted window, watching Tokyo give way to industrial sprawl, cranes like steel giraffes, massive cargo ships sliding past, the salt tang of the sea seeping through the vents. Dante’s hand found my knee, squeezing once. Reassuring. We arrived at a private terminal cordoned off from the main docks. Security was everywhere, Suzuki men in dark suits, Dante’s in tactical black, all moving with the same coiled alertness. A sleek white container ship wa