Ben10 Ship Novels & Stories

The stealth transport flew smoothly through the golden mist, leaving the floating islands of Sector One safe and secure behind them. Inside the ship, the mood was full of relief. Leo was happily humming at the pilot controls, his blue technopath light gently pulsing as he guided them back toward the lower world. In the back of the ship, Benjamin Nightshade sat in a comfortable chair, drinking a warm cup of tea that Dr. Laura had made for him. He was still a bit weak from his long sleep in the stasis capsule, but his eyes were bright and full of life.

They were sleek, featureless spheres of white light that moved with terrifying, mathematical precision. ​"They’re de-fragging the area!" Ren yelled. "Leo! Anything they touch is being consolidated into grey cubes!" ​"Kaelen! Maya! Protect the ship!" Leo commanded. ​Kaelen roared, his silver-metal skin expanding into a Fortress-Class barrier. He stood at the base of the Icarus-Draft, his fists smashing the white spheres into showers of sparks. Every time a Sentinel tried to consolidate the ship, Kaelen’s physical noise forced the bot to recalculate, buying them seconds.

The Confrontation.. The ship's alarm sliced through the air with a sharp, metallic tone, my crew sprang into action with practiced precision. As they all took their positions, tension mounted, but we had all prepared for this moment. From my seat, I gave the order: "Beast, execute warp maneuver. Place us directly in front of their leader and lock onto him." The ship's warp drive ignited with a burst of energy, its advanced chroniton injectors and plasma flow regulators working in perfect harmony. Beast surged forward, its hull glowing with a faint, blue-white light as it pierced the fabric of space-time.

As she was determined to reach the pinnacle of mech piloting, she continually sharpened her skills by sorting out troublemakers and sparring against her fellow guardsmen. A huge amount of business flowed through Bentheim, the economic 'port' of the Bright Republic. Due to a complex system of spatial distortions, spaceships had an easier time navigating towards Bentheim. This especially facilitated ultra-long-ranged FTL or faster-than-light travel. Put simply, a ship could travel directly towards Bentheim without making any stops in between in order to reorient themselves and cycle the FTL drive.

It was from Celia on Earth. She also attached a picture of more than ten black-horned ships. ‘Earth is in danger!’

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,

"BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" The raging inferno was still currently roaring in the horizon. Both were very much conscious of it even without looking at the event of the actual visions in the faraway battlefield. A metallic ship that took the form of an agile arrow was ceaselessly throwing endless salvos of death rays from the innumerable armaments of its front hull. The construct was made of pure silver and even its bright guns adopted the guise of a blazing divine punishment. In its point of impact was of course the defending figure of Jaden.