Algol Ship Novels & Stories

"Kaelor, look at the signatures of the ships above." "What am I looking at?" "They aren't Aethelgard ships. Those are Navia hulls. Steam-engines and salvaged iron." Aradaa’s heart sank. "It’s the humans. A 'New Republic.' They aren't trying to claim the ship... they’re trying to kill the 'Beast in the Deep.' They’re afraid of us." "Those are our people!" Kaelor shouted. "Why are they dropping fire on our heads?" A new signal pulsed on the sonar—a familiar, sharp encryption.

Vorga stood up to pay the tea vendor. "Where do you live now?" Nimuel asked. "A smaller boat. I feel like it has more space than I actually need for myself." "And your old place is where?" Aelanor asked. "Well, its a little farther down, but you can see it from here." She pointed to the mast of a ship that was visible behind all the boats. "It looks...huge." Pylaeius commented. "It is. Its the largest boat we looted." Vorga replied.

The slim, aerodynamic lines, the ring-shaped kinetic drives, massive solar hedge. It looked like the ship we had in the old blueprints of Alpha had studied. “This is impossible,” Silas whispered. His diagnosis monster almost fell out of him Eye while staring at the silver hologram. “This is a colonization ship the First Fleet. A sister ship of the echo of the stars. It should have been hundreds of years to be deep in the Andromeda-Nebel!” “But it’s not,” Kael said gloomy. He approached the mercury basin,

' '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.

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

Also, since the Camera crew were now already started to recording me, It was a moment for me to performed something that would be remembered forever. “Rather than worrying about, My lord…Agent Marisko…you better order the 4th ship to quickly move out….that ship is already low enough for them all to just jump into the water and doesn’t get sucked in..also there were many wooden boats around to be used…tell them to use that and get ashore.”.(Alfred Monticello)

And to think I just happened to complain about the silence fetching nothing but boredom to me. “Never liked that smirk on your face.” Vassily remarked. “Someone who dared to hack into our computer, hijacking our shipment worth almost a billion dollars, making it disappear from our own radar. My, my~ whatever shall we do?” The ship contains countless firearms of all sorts hence the cost. The vessel was supposed to be headed in North America. Alvaro was in charge of tracing all the shipments. He was the best tracker online. Unfortunately, he’s not here.

“What shipment?” “I don’t know. He didn’t say.” Alejandro glanced at Aria, who had already pulled up her laptop. She typed quickly, searching cartel shipments in the last twenty-four hours. Then she froze. “There’s a shipment leaving in three hours,” she said. “A weapons deal at the old shipyard.” Alejandro smirked. “Then that’s where we’ll find him.” The Shipyard Showdown The shipyard was dark, the only light coming from flickering street lamps and the headlights of blacked-out SUVs parked near a massive cargo ship.

"The turbine engines are starting! If you get close to the stern, the propellers will pull you under! We have to get to the wooden pylons!" He dragged me toward a half-submerged row of old wooden pillars near the edge of the ruined warehouse. We scrambled onto a narrow, slimy timber ledge, our bodies shivering violently as the massive cargo ship began to back out into the main channel, its wake creating massive waves that slammed against our legs. I fell to my knees on the wet timber, my hands clutching my stomach. The panic was a living thing inside me. "The frequency, Alex... Logan still has the stabilizer receiver. My stomach... it's cramping again."

There were bad people there privateers who worked for the Royal Pack. Then we need a boat Malachi said. He was standing next to me. He looked really tired. His eyes were sharp. We need a boat that can survive the Abyssal Current. I know a captain Ryker said. He was cleaning his knives. He is a rogue Alpha who was kicked out of the South. He has a boat in a port called The Shiver. Kaelen did not like this idea. He had his arms crossed. The Shiver is a place Ryker he said. They will sell us out for money.