Aizawa/ships Novels & Stories

"Okay, Mr. Wade. I will make the arrangements before I leave!" At this time, Charlie received a document from Autumn. The document listed all the information and photos of all the ships of Ito-Schulz Ocean Shipping Group. In addition to the new ships that Ito-Schulz Ocean Shipping Group had ordered, there was also the information of the second-hand ships that the company had acquired from other companies as well. Charlie handed the phone over to Porter and spoke up, "Look at the specific information of these ships and choose one that is suitable to be used as a sea base."

At the center of the dry docks stood the pride of the new fleet: the Eclipse Leviathan. She was a colossal warship, three hundred feet long, clad in polished black steel and solar-gilded iron armour. Her towering masts were reinforced ironwood, able to hold sails woven from solar silk, resistant to fire. Her bow was a massive figurehead carved in the shape of a leaping obsidian wolf whose jaws cradled a blazing golden sunburst. In the bowels of the ship was a charmed plasma engine, connected to a tank of purified Crucible fire, capable of projecting an impenetrable solar-shadow shield around the whole ship.

' 'I'm already half way home. 'Then it will be best if you just return to Soare-Luna. Don't go near Alvar and Imporia. It's not safe. Stay where you are, the Neos army will soon be on it's way there, headed by Mikhail. Move forward with them and stay in touch with Mikhail.' 'Fine. Don't get yourself killed.' 'You too.' He replied and then I cut the link. I spotted two anchored cargo ships about fifty meters away. The sharks started slowing as we neared them. The water was growing shallow and this was as far as they could go.

Then they turned one last corner, and the path opened. There, nestled between two towers of steel and shadow, was a sleek, midnight-black ship. Its chrome edges glinted beneath the floodlights, elegant and dangerous. A small ramp led up from the dock into a low, angular control deck, its windows tinted like obsidian. “Meet Princella,” Arika announced, her voice different now—almost reverent. “Isn’t she beautiful?” Lila stared, momentarily stunned. “You named your ship?” “I did.” Arika moved forward, fingers trailing the edge of the hull as if greeting an old friend. “After the only thing that ever made sense to me as a kid.”

The engines of the "Black Mary," strained under Aria's forced overclocking, groaned under immense strain. The aging cargo ship was breaking through the New York Harbor blockade at its fastest speed ever, heading towards the dark Pacific Ocean. In the captain's cabin, Aria, enduring excruciating pain, forcibly connected her neural connector to the ship's ancient, oil-stained control system. She had to devise the most covert route possible before the military radar completely locked onto them.

Rage and hate poured from him in a sickly red aura. Methodically, like he knew he was being watched, he turned to the side, revealing a ship. White with orange trim. Lifesavers mounted to the starboard dipped and rose with the tide. Distorted blue letters were printed on the rear stern, but she couldn't read them through the haze.

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

Slowly and gracefully the three ships joined formation with the massive supercarrier. Though the Invictus with its three kilometers length was an impressive sight for anyone to see. She was simply a speck, however, compared to the majestic might of the Twenty Kilometer long vessel. The differences didn't end there. The Invictus was mostly smooth and, aside from a few main turrets and the lines of Point-defence Guns, had a flat and sleek appearance. Ark Imperial was littered with 'small' turrets. Small being at least tens of meters high and wide which boasted multiple barrels per turret, the ventral section mounting dozens of skyscraper-sized antennae for fire direction of the vast array of w

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”

Sophia pointed at the display. “The carrier is still operational.” Victor confirmed the reading. “It’s damaged… but still moving.” Emma whispered, “That’s impossible.” Victor shook his head. “It’s not a normal warship.” Lewis stared at the radar signal. The carrier had slowed, but it was still descending. Daniel cursed. “You’re telling me five missile hits didn’t kill it?” Sophia spoke quietly. “That’s the Leviathan-class.” Lewis frowned. “Leviathan?” Sophia nodded. “The Covenant’s most advanced deep-sea assault platform.”