Danganronpa Ships Novels & Stories

“What shipment?” “I don’t know. He didn’t say.” Alejandro glanced at Aria, who had already pulled up her laptop. She typed quickly, searching cartel shipments in the last twenty-four hours. Then she froze. “There’s a shipment leaving in three hours,” she said. “A weapons deal at the old shipyard.” Alejandro smirked. “Then that’s where we’ll find him.” The Shipyard Showdown The shipyard was dark, the only light coming from flickering street lamps and the headlights of blacked-out SUVs parked near a massive cargo ship.

exclaims Bella, really excited. “Then let's go. The cargo ship leaves in 2 hours. First we need to get out without being seen. So we are going to go through the kitchens and out the south wing door. It has the least amount of guards and it is the closest to the docs. Once we are at the docs we will get in the box that carries the clothing. That will get us on the ship. The ship will go to Anera, That is where we will get off. Anera is one of the biggest countries in the world. The cargo ship we are taking is called Blue Jay. The one we will catch back to Astora is called Phoenix. Everybody understand the plan??” I ask after finishing the plan. Bella and Raven stared at me. Bella piped up and

“Those are the best kind. Like, why actually hide when you can pretend to hide?” I nodded. “So they’re arguing, right? And it starts off very small, like one of those ‘you said this, no you said that’ kind of arguments. Just like that.” “Classic.” She bummed, pouting. “But then…” I paused, raising a finger for a dramatic effect. Susan slapped my arm lightly. “Don’t you dare leave me thirsty. Continue!” I laughed, raising my hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. Then Lana just, out of nowhere, goes straight for Victoria’s throat.”

He thought that he might not be able to memorize the passages that would lead him back to the village of Malam. Meanwhile, in the middle of lawless waters, a ship was sailing quite casually. The ship flies a flag with a painting of dry twigs and roots, which is the symbol of the land of Shamo. On the expanded part of the sail, an inscription was clearly displayed that read: Guichuan Ship. Unmistakably, it was the ship belonging to the noble Feng Yaoshan that Shen Shen had boarded with the Red Bat group. The ship's destination, of course, was law-free land across the Juda river. It was also there that the center of the Red Bat organization was located.

“Scan those ships immediately!” Data filled the main screen in front of the command chair, along with a live feed of the port beacon a dozen kilometers away. There, aggressive insectoid ships flashed into Hegemony space. They watched with awe as hundreds of fighters, dozens of frigates, destroyers, and cruisers appeared on their sensors. That fearful awe turned to absolute dread as a battleship also appeared in their midst. “Sir!” said the tech, “Ship technology confirmed - it’s the Drogar Empire!”

“Did the Alphas hurt you somewhere?” “Why would they hurt me?”, I mean yes I did feel like a whip land on my skin with every touch but it did not bruise. “What black magic do you do lifeless doll, that both Alpha Damon’s sons were in a single cubicle with you,” Amanda says trudging towards me with folded hands and tilted head. “They are Alpha Damon’s sons?”, I question. My bone pricks me again from the inside. Are bones supposed to prick you? I squirm, twisting my body to make sure my bone does not dislocate to some different place. I press my fingers to my ribs counting the ridges on both sides.

I peek through the railing, watching as seven purple lights break from the group, speeding in our direction instead of chasing the Artemis and Atropos. The five other armada ships whiz in all directions like they’re trying to decide which boats to hunt, but eventually the entire group settles on us. My heart slips into my stomach, which pitches and rolls with the boat as we bank heavily west, the sails snapping taunt against the wind. “Logan!” I shout, pointing at the purple lights. Logan looks over his shoulder at me, his eyes wild and full of starlight as he spots the boats tearing in our direction. But then he meets my eyes again and exhales slowly, reaching for me. I hold his gaze while

The mission of retrieving the weapons was a success. The two ships also left for the shipyard after their work was done. “Soldiers, back to the base!” Stephan shouted at the group of soldiers who immediately got into their position. However, before they could leave, Stephan saw another ship arrive at the port. “Ship Daphne,” Stephan raised his brows as he carefully watched the red ship approach them. “What’s Ship Daphne doing today though?” Stephan asked as he eyed the ship that was last to arrive. Most of the time, it was left anchored at the port. After all, it was a passenger ship.

The scene projected wasn't a memory; it was happening now. The black ships we had seen on the horizon had reached the shore. They weren't empty. They were packed with Shadows, not the ink-monsters from the woods, but people. Thousands of them. They were pale, translucent versions of everyone the Shop had ever 'audited' or deleted. The ships were docking at the base of the North-Point Lighthouse. "They aren't coming to fight," I realized, watching the wall. "They're coming to Checkout."

I recoil from the sight, my eyes narrowing as I will myself to continue looking, and suddenly the planet implodes, scattering the dark matter over the Milky Way. The sound of silence sweeps through the Arena. The beautiful stillness of emptiness. The planet imploding was over within seconds. “Something's not right,” Miya murmurs as she opens her eyes and raises her head to the sky. I look up, squinting as I try to see what she sees. “The shield is active, bonetta.” I lower my gaze and look at her. “There are ships. Six of them. Female and younglings. The government. Human…"