Crossover Ships Novels & Stories

Everyone dies if we resist. Simple math." "That's not math. That's brainwashing." "Call it what you want. I'm alive, you're alive, the children are alive. That's better than Blake Thompson's assault team that would have killed half of us in the crossfire." The ship shuddered. We'd stopped. Docking with the platform. Through the observation periscope , Catherine saw an enormous structure three levels of steel and concrete rising from the ocean, helicopter pads, communication towers, everything needed for long

"We're out. We're actually out." "Look," Jun whispered. Elara wiped her eyes and looked at the long-range Aetheric-Scanner. They weren't alone in the dark. Emerging from the shadow of the moon, and rising from the far side of the planet, were hundreds of other White Ships. They were of different shapes and sizes—some looked like floating cathedrals of glass, others like jagged shards of obsidian—but they all shared the same Architectural-Lineage. "Are those... survivors?" Mina asked, her voice trembling.

The Shifters used their strength to haul massive slabs of salt from the Barrens, while the remaining Iron-Kin-now master welders-fused the crystals onto the ship's hull. Leo and Sarah developed a "Magnetic Harness" that let Kael and Lyra sit at the center of the ship's bridge, their collective resonance acting as the "glue" for the salt-armor. The ship no longer looked like a vessel of war. It looked like a jagged, blindingly white comet. It was the Star-Skater, a chariot of salt meant to challenge the gods of the void. The departure from Earth was silent. There were no cheers, only the weight of a planet holding its breath. As the Howl cleared the atmosphere, Kael felt the Sun's presence-no

“He crossed the rainbow bridge a few years ago.” “Oh, I see,” he answered. “And didn’t he come back?” She raised an eyebrow. Clearly, he had never come across that phrase before. “Um… what I meant was that… he passed away,” she clarified awkwardly and added, “so he’s not coming back, unfortunately.” “Oh!” He cleared his throat and smothered an embarrassed cough. “Yeah, I got it. It’s really sad when they have to go.” “Hmm” She lowered her eyes.

Aika: Retrieve successful! Yesha appears on the bridge of her ship. The DJS Light of the Grey is a heavy destroyer fully crewed with 60 men and women supporting The Directive Dimensional Fleet. A common design of the heavy destroyer ships of The Directive is having almost the same schematics as a battle cruiser stripped of the missile and torpedo pods. A destroyer degrades further with the removal of the railgun. Both types of destroyers have a tonnage or 200000 tons.

I pointed at the two smaller ships behind the Great Carrack. Alongside the Great Carrack, I have also read about the two smaller-sized ships which served as escort ships to the royal ship. “Yes,” my mother replied. “Those are the Night Crawlers. You have heard stories of your father commanding these ships, today you shall see for yourself.” She grinned and walked down the bridge of Azalea. From where I stood, I watched my father speak to the men gathered on the shores of Azalea, something about the journey we’re about to embark. “Are you coming?” My mother called and grabbing my dress, I joined her as Randolph helped us on the Great Carrack.

Before I could ask what she meant, Ace stepped forward. “We can’t just stand here.” His jaw tightened as he stared at the wounded Guardian. “They’re killing them.” Leo grabbed his brother’s arm. “Don’t.” “We have to help.” “With what?” Leo pointed toward the sky. “Look at the size of that ship.” Ace followed his gaze. Rows upon rows of smaller craft detached from the enormous vessel. Dropships. Dozens. Then hundreds. “They’re deploying,” Rowan whispered. Her voice lacked panic. It held resignation.

"The L.V. Titan in the Arabian Sea and the L.V. Apex off the coast of Piraeus have both been targeted. Three of our largest heavy-cargo vessels are completely boxed in. Rogue maritime interceptors flying Vance Tactical colors are surrounding them, maintaining a fifty-yard perimeter, threatening to breach the hulls if our captains fire their engines." "He’s physically choking our primary revenue drivers out in the open," Kian said, his dark eyes locked onto the positioning telemetry. "If those vessels miss their docking windows in Rotterdam and Shanghai, the supply-chain breach penalties alone will trigger the cross-default clause by Friday." My secure cell phone chimed on the mahogany table.