Chiss Ascendancy Ships Novels & Stories

I woke up to the sun coming through the curtains and the birds chirping by the window. I looked down at Tess she was sleeping soundly her head on my chest. I picked up my phone to check the time 7:00 AM, I have to get up and get ready. My chosen mate will be at my Uncle's house at 9:00 AM. Feeling guilty I don't know how I'm going to explain this to her or to my family. Once her brother Damien finds out what happened we'll go at it. That's one fight I'm not looking forward to. Damien is born Alpha, with a temper like a tornado. Tess and Kendra are Alpha females, their parents were the Alpha and Luna of their pack high in the Carpathian Mountains. They came to our pack seeking refuge after th

On the horizon, ships were approaching. They weren't the sleek, geometric destroyers of the Architect. They were ugly, rusted, and trailing black smoke. A flotilla of scavenged vessels. Fishing trawlers welded with armor plating. A container ship mounted with old artillery cannons. A cruise ship painted in camouflage dazzle patterns. "The Free Fleet," Silas identified them, peering through a pair of binoculars. "The remnants of the Atlantic Navy and the coastal survivors. They’ve been hiding in the fog banks for years." "Are they friendly?" I asked. "They're human," Mom said, checking the load in her pistol. "So... probably not." The lead ship a converted frigate named the Goliath sounded it

Vanessa, still reloading her rifle, snapped her head up, already alert. “What is it?” The screen flickered, displaying satellite footage of something massive rising from the depths of the ocean floor. Impossible. The Return of the Nightmare Rook’s voice crackled through the cockpit comms, strained but urgent: “We’ve got multiple signatures... coming up fast!” Through the storm-filled horizon, dark shapes emerged, pushing through the churning waves. A fleet of unmanned warships, their steel hulls gleaming, automated and deadly. At the center of the advancing armada...

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.

“Come again? Why would we tackle about this stuff?” “Cheska!” both of the pets were stoned in place as soon as The8 called the ship’s system voice. Cheska’s like an automated voice which follows commands from her master in order to keep the ship’s mobility and stability. Asphalt and Code Nine panicked when they realized they were in the middle of chaos, almost smacking their own selves for forgetting such an important event in their lives. “Yes, master,” Cheska responded. And as expected, she seems to be all around the ship. You won’t even know where’s the source of her, unless you’re The8.

Trevor: What ship do I use? Bob: the unarmed vessel we captured, DJS Chernov. A freighter the size of a destroyer, stealth capabilities too... It is a smuggler's ship. DIANA will be moved to that interface... together with a copy of your captain's chair. Take the file with you...

Creed glanced at her figure and uttered, "It's a beast Ascension!" "Ascension!" Fang hesitantly asked, "Holy Crap! I've never seen one before," "It has to be that, or how else would you explain this senselessness and dominant aura?" "But… Even if she is ready to Ascend, why is she not attacking?" "I have no idea what goes on inside one's mind during ascension, but I feel she has intelligence!" "Fuck! What shitty luck… why do we have to encounter the final boss now?" "Don't make any sudden movements unless I say so… if she is not attacking us, then let's not give her a reason to do so! One mistake, and she will swat us like mosquitoes!"

“The trajectory is absolute. The vessels are decelerating, and their target is this exact coordinate. They are coming to the North.” ​“How many ships are there?” Kross asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the glass walls. ​“Just one,” Silas replied, bringing up a holographic projection from the center of the table. “But it is not a warship. It does not carry the violet Dissonance of the Owners. Its energy signature is perfectly clean. It is a monolith of pure white light. The data logs from the First Architects refer to this type of vessel as an Emissary.”

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

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.”