Dabi Ships Novels & Stories

"That was you, wasn't it? Breaking the void?" I nodded. "Figured." Sable walked past me, examining the camp. "The Council saw it too. They've got ships moving. Not here yet, but soon. That's why I came fast." "How many ships?" I asked. "At least twenty. Maybe more." She picked up a fallen coconut and tossed it in the air. "But they're scared. The Dragon is loose. They can't control it. Half their fleet is trying to track the thing before it eats one of their own cities."

Dax asked, completely unfazed. "Worse," I said, my fingers flying over my keyboard as I decrypted a fresh packet of data pouring in from the coastal sensors. "The Ark in the Mariana Trench isn't an aerial fortress like Neo-Angeles. It's designated as Abyssal-One. It's a high-pressure, deep-sea manufacturing hub. And they aren't sending drop-ships." I hit a key, throwing the coastal radar onto the main holographic projector. The western coastline only thirty miles from our grounded crater was lighting up like a Christmas tree. But the signatures weren't in the sky. They were emerging from the ocean.

Singapore glowed brightly on the screen. Lucas zoomed the map outward. Shipping routes stretched across the ocean like glowing veins. He pointed at the Middle East. “Next destination.” Dubai. Tan crossed his arms. “That place never sleeps.” Avelyn nodded. “The port of Jebel Ali is one of the largest in the world.” Elena walked into the room just then. “Yes.” Everyone turned toward her. She walked calmly to the front of the room. “Dubai will be the second node.” Lucas nodded.

Marco tells him now on high alert. Moving around the side of the busy dock years I see crates being loaded into unmarked shipping containers in a dark almost burnt color that are definitely not our usual colors. Just as I’ve send of an encrypted message with photos to Ales on the secure line, gun shot ring out inside and I duck down and move along the wall. It was a fucking set up.

She isn't a girl that likes talking much, Abi noticed that when they went out for Konyiis shopping. "Tobi sent a list of what you can and can't eat to me, let's get the food ready while Konyii changes from that cloth." Abi suggested, making the girls nod. "So, you're not allowed to eat mangoes, sweet potatoes, honey, baking soda and lastly sodas." Abi looked at the list with wide eyes. She looked up and saw a smiling Tope, making her smile too. "I guess he forgot the one that triggers my heart beat more, wanna know?" She asked Abi, stifling a giggle.

He buckled the harness over his head. "Take a seat guys, this is going to be fun." Tom sat down in one of the four seats against the back wall. He buckled his harness as did the other three men. "Pod seventy-one ready," Aidan said into the headset. The huge ship in front of them turned to face them. The thing was massive. As one, a bunch of spikes released from the ship and formed a pattern. They approached the human ship. Tom knew these. He had learned to pilot one a lifetime ago. Those were darts, offensive ships used to attack. The darts grew closer and flew in a pack. Lasers beamed out of them in short rays and hit the ship.

This is my window. Enzo is still outside and I casually inform him I’m taking a bathroom break. Of course he follows like the good little guard dog he is. I open the notes app and start typing, working at a frenetic, almost desperate pace, etching chunks of data into the screen. I have to get it all out before I forget any important details. I focus on specific, verifiable names, dates, and locations that might lead to a real-world paper trail outside his network. Borealis Shipping. Dubai. Contact: I. Zaid. Acquisition 4/18. Venice waterfront. Code D-18-ALPHA. Shell: Cerberus Holdings.

She stumbled as gravity reasserted itself, Cain already steadying her, his hands shaking just enough that she felt it. The ship shuddered. Then it decloaked. Above the Dawlya world, the sky split. Draynor warships slid into visibility like titans emerging from shadow sleek, angular, bristling with restrained devastation. Dragon signatures flared across Dawlya sensors in blinding cascades. The waiting ship surged upward, joining formation. Avi turned, breath ragged. “Kael. Lees.” “They’re safe,” Cain said immediately, jaw tight. “Ghost extraction to Ashbarrie. Mikan ordered it the second the lattice flared.” She swallowed hard, nodding once.

he asked. She nodded. “Yes, they did; he is coming with the rest of his eleven ships to take Wahala. They left shores days ago,” she answered. “Why did you ask?” “We could make sure Damien has no home to return to?” he asked, and he sat, forcing her to do so as well. “I do not understand.” “We have succeeded in forcing Damien and his ships onto the sea. Having learned from our last attack, I know they have fortified these ships and will also be waiting for any form of attack from us.”

The three-ton wolf let out a low, tired sigh, his head lowering onto his paws as the violet fire in his sockets settled back into a peaceful, watchful ember. "The... the docking clamps are open, Zora," Kemi whispered, her voice shaking as she looked out over the six massive cargo ships that were now completely free of their corporate chains. "The... the whole fleet is ours. And the sector six Spires... they don't have a database left to log our debt."