Akainu Fleet Admiral Novels & Stories

"The Admiral is a very busy man. He does not grant audiences to every passing merchant." "We are not every passing merchant," Kaelen said, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "We are the key to a fortune that could fund a small war. And we will not waste our time with underlings. You will tell the Admiral that we are here. And you will tell him that we have a proposition he cannot afford to refuse."

John had looked at her with real concern—and a hint of pity—in his eyes. They had left then and it was the first time Akari had ever been on a ship. It was an Imperial-class cruiser. Big enough to take them anywhere they wanted to go and with enough fire power to defend itself against pretty much anything out there, should anyone be stupid enough to attack the Prince of Werewolves, royal heir to the throne—who was now her husband. It was so surreal she couldn’t wrap her mind around it. When she tried, everything in her head seemed to shut down, so she packed it all away and decided to think about it later. The only way she could stop a total brain tilt was by focusing on the ship around her.

At the same moment, men on both sides saluted each other, the Imperials with the sign of the aquila and the colonials with their hands straight to the hairline. Then the man spoke: "I am Lord-Admiral Cornelius von Ravensburg. I am in command of the Battlefleet in the Gothic Sector. You have already met Admiral Julius Lahain" He said while gesturing to the man standing on his right, who nodded slightly before adding: "We've met before commander, the battle of Relay 571. I thank you again for coming to the aid of me and my men." Both men approached the threshold and shook hands. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Admiral."

The four commanders sit down across from the Kea females who were first in line, and the announcer clears his voice. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out yourselves, ladies. Let's begin. Capt. Cull- Shikazs, Capt. Moor- Gaimo, Capt. Tilk- Bronkark, Capt. Bolis- Vaal, Capt. Nole- Bronkark, Capt. Terrax- Glortinon, Capt. Het- Makskin...

They reached the deck together to find the crew gathered at the rail, pointing toward the horizon where two ships emerged from the morning haze sleek, fast, flying colors that made Kaelan's blood run cold. Imperial Navy. "They've found us." His first mate, Davin, appeared at his elbow, face grim. "Fast ships, Commander. We can't outrun them, not in these winds." Kaelan's mind raced through options: fight, flee, negotiate. None of them is good. The Navy ships would be fully crewed, well-armed, and acting on orders from the Succession Council. If they'd already seen Liam's photographs, if they already believed the worst

From the Aeternum Royal Navy Inland Harbor in New City, two fleets set sail, their sleek steel hulls gliding through the calm waters of the central river system that branched like veins across the continent. Fleet 01, led by Vice Admiral Alric Tain, charted westward. Fleet 02, under the command of Rear Admiral Luisa Brent, steered east. Both fleets were composed of frigates, destroyers, armored patrol ships, and several cargo vessels carrying mobile harbor infrastructure. Each vessel bore the sharp, modern silhouette that had no comparison in this medieval world. No wooden hulls. No sails. Only steel, diesel engines, and the thunder of modern naval artillery.

"In my universe, there was no Katherine. No Marcus. No Haley. No baby, no Figure, no Lullaby. There was only the question. And the answer. And the shadow between them." "What do you want?" "What shadows always want. To stop being flat." Jack's compass needle spun. Not with warning. With something more complex. Recognition mixed with revulsion. Like looking in a mirror and seeing your reflection blink when you did not. "You took the Remnant Fleet." "I replaced it. Ship by ship. Crew by crew. Each replacement is perfect. Better than perfect. Your Admiral Val-Kor had a drinking problem and a tendency to hesitate at critical moments. My Val-Kor has neither. Your fleet was good. Mine is flawless.

“Are you sure you don’t want to withdraw your request to stay in the landing bays?” “No, sir,” Avi said firmly. “Very well.” He gave her a measured look. “Then you’ll need to get over your fear of royals. Line One is the King’s ship, His Majesty Mikan’s. You’ll report directly to me as commander of that line.” Avi’s heart gave a sharp thud. “Understood, sir. I won’t let you down.” “I know you won’t.” He hesitated a moment, then added casually, “Now anything you want to tell me about a certain visit from Sentinel Cain this morning?”

He almost looks as if he is made of metal. The four commanders sit down across from the Kea females who were first in line, and the announcer clears his voice. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out yourselves, ladies. Let's begin. Capt. Cull- Shikazs, Capt. Moor- Gaimo, Capt. Tilk- Bronkark, Capt. Bolis- Vaal, Capt. Nole- Bronkark, Capt. Terrax- Glortinon, Capt. Het- Makskin...

It was not her intention to make Kaylon remember all of those awful things. “I-it's okay, Love. You don't have to tell me ev—” “No, it's okay.” Kaylon then began leaning on her shoulder with his chin. “Demin, Monta’s mate, was the leader in the warrior fleet on the west side. While Ballen . . . My first mate was the leader in the north . . .