Aizawa/ships Novels & Stories

She explained with a shrug. Construction? Clans? Indie must have seen the confusion on her face so she smiled, "The Northern Territory is vast, but we're in Crasmere the capital where the Alpha resides but there are seven clans in total who owe allegiance to the alpha," she explained in a hushed tone like she was giving Rey some sort of history lesson.

Mario asked, excitement flickering across his face. ​"There is a second warehouse," Chloe said, her eyes narrowing. "It’s an old cold-storage facility in the Brooklyn Navy Yard, disguised as a defunct meat-packing plant. It’s registered under a shell company called 'Apex Logistics.' And here’s the kicker: the Sovereign isn't the only ship. There are two high-speed transport vessels—the Valkyrie and the Wraith—that are trailing forty miles behind the main ship. They move without transponders. They dock at a private pier three miles north of the main terminal, exactly one hour after the Sovereign hits the port."

The morning after Inquisitor Vane’s ultimatum, the Blackwater River looked like a graveyard of iron. Three massive Southern warships sat anchored in the center of the flow, their steam vents huffing rhythmic clouds of grey smoke into the pristine mountain air. They were "teeth" of a different kind—not bone and sinew, but coal and steel. ​Rhea stood on the battlements, her fingers tracing the rough stone of the manor. Beside her, Elias was a statue of suppressed fury. The grey-gold veins on his neck pulsed in time with the thrumming of the ships' engines.

The first-alert ships—the ones that launched at the first sign of trouble, were kept on the ground level. As they walked, Avi was awestruck by the scale of the operation. Her gaze drifted toward a cordoned-off section where five sleek ships sat under heavy guard. The personnel there wore different uniforms from the rest of the maintenance crews. “Officer Azar,” Avi asked, pointing, “what department do those ships belong to?” Azar followed her gaze and smiled. “Those belong to the Slayers. They have their own crews and their own security detail.” Lees nodded toward a smaller ship off to the right. “And that one?”

Doreon The port of the city where they had arrived, after days of walking, was full of ships departing and even offshore. Doreon looked at the surface of the open sea and all he could see were hundreds and hundreds of ships of different sizes. Some were gigantic, capable of carrying hundreds of people, others had compartments to transport animals. The sails were colorful. Some were green, like the banners of Haefest, others were gold, like the banners of Aeris, still others blue like those of Locrand and in the distance Doreon could also see some white and gray sails like Devian's sigil of arms.

“Of course. I’m a Dragon. Explosives are my specialty. Now go back up there and help Aki turn the ship. It’s payback time.” × Sasha gritted his teeth as he watched the pirate ship growing bigger and more detailed behind them. He squinted at the black flag of a skull and crisscrossing dao sabers. Old Jolly Shinigami, which meant that the crew intended to “give no quarter”. He was waiting for the opportune time to execute their maneuver, letting their pursuers think they were gaining till they were within optimum striking range of the longship’s kunikuzushi (country destroyer) cannons.

his words were cut off by Nat shoving a piece of sushi into his mouth. "Adam talks way too much sometimes," she said with a sympathetic shake of her head. "It's okay. Higan is also pretty blunt," I said. "It's called being honest," Higan corrected as he walked into the room and sat next to me. "I walk away for a moment and you are ready to slander me." I tensed when he rested his hand a little too high on my thigh, the balls of his fingers dipped into my inner thigh. I looked at the couple in front of me. They were talking about something and did not pay us any mind so, I relaxed a little.

The Abyssals had the carbon steel hull sealed with additional titanium plates and all windows to closed to small, thick bull eyes. From our bully chain crosser was a smooth, pitch black capsule – a ball running a giant weapon. Kael was sitting next to me. In the quiet, nerve-breaking hours before start we had used the time as we always did. He was not just my commander; he was the one with whom I had every little system observation, every new thoughts and my wildest theories about this world. We had Construction plans of the First Fleet are under discussion until we knew them by heart. There was