Danganronpa Ships の小説・ストーリー

“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

Twenty minutes later Adrian walked into a private bar on the lower side of the city. The place was closed to the public tonight. Only his people were inside. Luca stood near the counter with a tablet in his hand. “You look relaxed,” Luca said. “I was eating dinner.” “Sorry to interrupt family time.” Adrian didn’t reply. He just held out his hand. Luca gave him the tablet. Adrian studied the screen. Three cargo ships. Three different ports. All hit within the same hour. No bodies. No survivors. No witnesses. Just empty docks and missing product.

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The black stars aren't stars-they're *ships*. Massive, jagged vessels blot out the fractured sky, their hulls bristling with weapons that hum with the same green lightning as the Arbor Prime. The Eden shard pulses in my grip, its voice fraying at the edges. **"They've come to sterilize the infection. That's us."** Veyra stares at the armada, her Custodian-metal stinger trembling. "We need to run."

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…"

Above us, at the mouth of the shaft, Dante’s iron frame was outlined in a ring of white fire as he held the broken cables against the enforcers' rifles, his body taking the brunt of the magnetic slugs to keep the wireline open. "Zora!" his voice rattled through the water, sounding thin and distant, like a signal being drowned by a storm. "The... the ships... they aren't firing at us! They're firing at the grid!" The baby in my arms let out a low, mechanical laugh, the silver fountain pen floating between her tiny fingers as the first missile cleared the bay of the leading warship.

Sharon shouted. "I know but we need to move with the next plan, we need to save your sister." Mrs. Tom said. Sharon heaved and they took off. They stopped by the cliff and stared at the ocean. About twenty ships with cannon guns was sailing to the shore. And in the air was five fighter jets. "Shit! The Crazy 16 are here ." Sarah, Aiden, Andy, Ella and Maggie were swimming to the top of the sea when missiles from the sky began to rain into the ocean causing them to split.

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...