Decepticons Ship Novels & Stories

He indicated a sleek, fast courier ship. "The Silver Dart. Lightly armored, but fast. If we can reach it—" A shadow fell over us. It wasn't a cloud. It was too solid. Too geometric. The wind picked up. It whipped the trees into a frenzy. The sound of heavy thrusters drowned out the confused murmurs of the civilians behind us. I looked up. Descending from the upper atmosphere, blocking the sun, was a warship. It wasn't a drop-ship. It was a Dreadnought. Its hull was painted silver and blue. It bristled with kinetic cannons and gravity-dampening arrays.

It just looked medieval and normal on the outside, in the inside it was modern. “Does that ship really capable of killing a Tier 4 Monsters on their own, Sire President?..”.(Army Knight Division Major Fontana De Ark) “It is…see that big guns on the front and back deck of that Coastal Patrol ships?..”. “Yes, I can see that…”.(Army Knight Division Major Fontana De Ark)

After a few minutes of walking the catwalks, his destination came into view. Attached to Docking Bay Alpha-Centauri-12 was a most peculiar ship. The three kilometer long vessel did not wield an armored prow, barely any superstructure to mention. If anything the bow looked more like an Alligator head. The main hull was relatively slender, blending with the larger bow head in the front, and the large engine bay in the back. The hull was flanked by two large flight-pods At the stern there were eight huge engines mounted around the main hull. Each engine had about a quarter of the total length of the ship. Overall the ship looked well armored. He tried, but Goradin could not find many lights ind

We fired a Wave. A massive, circular ripple of "Red-Gold" energy expanded from us, a tidal wave of frequency that hit the first line of drones. They didn't explode; they simply ceased to exist. Their molecular structure was rewritten, turned into harmless ash that began to fall over the ocean like grey snow. "The Debt is paid in full!" our combined voices boomed over the ocean, sounding like the roar of the city itself. But the Council wasn't done. From the heart of the fleet, a massive, obsidian ship emerged—the "Sovereign-Prime." And on the bridge, a screen flickered to life, showing a face I hadn't seen since the beginning of this nightmare.

I frowned. James walked up to the man and knelt beside him, looking intently at his face. “What's wrong?” I asked, noticing his confusion. “These aren't Sinister’s men.” My heart leaped out of my chest and not in a good way if that was even a good thing to begin with. What? If these weren't Sinister’s men, then who were they? And why were they after us? “Vincelli's, I think.” Before I could have said another word, I heard a thud coming from inside one of the crashed cars.

"Purging biomass. Reclaiming hardware." From the underbelly of the massive Dreadnought, thousands of black streaks plummeted toward the earth like a meteor shower. They were "Void-Pods"—drop pods designed to deploy the Creators' shock troops: the Void-Hounds, twisted amalgamations of cloned flesh and cybernetic weaponry. "They’re trying to overwhelm the Dome's shields before the main cannon fires," Scarlett analyzed, her fingers flying across the Stellar Navigator while her jade brush painted frantic, glowing golden runes in the air. "System! Reroute all auxiliary power to the Nine-Heavens Defense Array!"

It had a long neck connected to two spiny bodies with appendages of different proportions, all of which bore sharp spikes and ended in talons. Vincent spoke an inaudible sound which seems to be its name. “Incapacitate them,” he ordered it. “AS YOU DESIRE” answered the creature with a voice coming from deep underground. Long appendages suddenly burst out, pinning the 4 assailants to the walls. Octavius, quick on his feet, was able to dodge the spiked arms, he even ripped one of them off. “Good, but not enough!” hissed the youngest Morell, making a meal out of the severed appendage.

Marcus shouted, pointing down through the clouds. Below them, resting on the deck of the largest ironclad warship, stood Prince Cassian. He was dressed in ornate cerulean armor adorned with silver sea-serpent motifs. Surrounding him were fifty elite abyssal guards holding long, plasma-tipped tridents, and towering beside him was a ten-foot-tall water-wraith—a horrifying construct of animated liquid and dark magic. Cassian looked up through the storm, his violet eyes widening in shock as he realized the Obsidian rulers hadn't waited for his fleet to reach the shore. They had brought the war directly to his deck.

Even compelled when they heard what one of the children said as they were carried away by sentient beings of energy and electricity and the red queen was omniscient, when her powers were cosmic, and her energy was the union of alpha and omega power and its structure between corporeal and non-physical fully spiritual and energy form... Since it happened, more than 1 million years ago before the birth of Selenite the legendary mothership called the ship of the beginning had the grand war power of immense proportions it was 10 times the size of the earth's sun.

"Move. We are transferring you to the Acheron. The board of directors will decide your fate." Dante didn't drop the wrench, but he slowly stepped toward the hatch, keeping himself between Elara and the armed guards. As they emerged from the ruined pod, the sheer scale of their new predicament became terrifyingly clear. They weren't hanging from a helicopter; the pod had been hoisted by a massive, articulated crane mounted on the aft deck of a colossal, radar-absorbent stealth ship. The vessel, painted entirely in vantablack to evade satellite detection, cut through the mountainous ocean waves like a mechanical leviathan.