Crk Canon Ships 소설 & 이야기

It was a brutal, atonal sound that vibrated the fillings in my teeth. From the labyrinth of the docks, three massive warships detached. They were galleons, identical to the ones we had sunk ten years ago, but heavier, plated with thick, riveted iron along their hulls. Their gun ports snapped open in perfect, mechanical unison. Dozens of black cannons slid out, tracking our approach. "Captain," the helmsman called out, his voice perfectly steady despite the artillery pointing at his chest. "Orders?" Torin looked at the massive cannons. He had swallowed their fire once. He would not do it again.

What can you tell us about your main batteries? "The ship possesses over 40 turrets with two 250CM Rail cannons each, capable of firing anti-ship AP/HE shells and FLAK. in the bow we have six High-Calibre Railcannons capable of firing superdensity shells to take out armor. Enough to take out those red escorts at the relay."

Cosco Shipping Pisces. "Filter by current location, New York/New Jersey harbor," Wong says to the computer. The list shrinks to three names. Atlantic Conveyor. Hanjin Seattle. Krasnaya Zvezda. My eyes lock onto the third name. "Krasnaya Zvezda," I read aloud. "Red Star." "Russian flagged," Wong says, pulling up the vessel’s registry. "Registered in St. Petersburg. Owned by a shell company in Cyprus called Vostok Holdings."

“Consider it done, sir. The missile will remind them why Aeternum is a force to be reckoned with.” The Aeternum Royal Navy, with its state-of-the-art warships, was a marvel in a world that had barely transitioned beyond medieval technology. Each vessel bristled with advanced weaponry, from long-range artillery to precision-guided missiles. As the fleet maneuvered into position, the sailors aboard the ships worked with practiced efficiency. Orders were shouted, coordinates were calculated, and the massive cannons were trained on their targets. On the flagship, Admiral Kolarova stood on the bridge, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon.

They all looked like they were itching for a fight, and some were even visibly trembling from the anticipation. "Aye, sir," replied one of the officers. "The railcannon's primed for a full power shot." A sly grin curled up from the captain's lips. Terra Nach Mar railcannons were among the best capital ship weapons in the universe. Their ability to penetrate armor was second-to-none, and the captain was confident that a barrage of five rail shots at a hundred percent would puncture even a battleship's thick hide. If they targeted the battleship's power generator, broke through the armor, and then destroyed it, then the fight was as good as theirs.

One was even tucked behind a moon on the nearest planet and came out to try and pursue us. "Frack," I said as I tried to get every last ounce of speed out of the engines without blowing them up so Icaan could get us away. Thankfully, Icaan's ship was clearly more powerful than most and four of the six ships that had set out after us dropped behind. Two continued to hound us, however. "Is one of those Kryan?" I asked, feeling my body go cold. "Yes. Yes it is," Icaan replied, before setting his jaw firm and pushing the throttle even more.

At this time, the expressions on Connor and the other two looked extremely ugly when they saw the eight battleships on the sea as well as the huge golden cruise ship! That golden cruise ship was the world's largest cruise ship and belonged exclusively to the Clarke family! There was a mobile commercial complex inside! Swimming pools, luxury shopping malls, golf courses, casinos… Everything that one could think of was available on this cruise ship! Allen glanced at Connor and said softly, “Connor, what should we do? With the battleships acting as escorts, our people can't make a move.”