Driller Ship Novels & Stories

​The industrial plasma drill—still locked at full thermal output—was ripped sideways by the sudden shift, cutting a jagged, white-hot path straight through the lead ship’s own auxiliary fuel cells. ​A massive, blinding secondary explosion flared across the sonar monitors. ​"The lead ship’s down!" Leo shouted, throwing his hat onto the floor with a ragged gasp of relief. "The structural feedback broke their main drilling line! The plasma arc just sheared through their own deck hull!" ​Through the high-frequency acoustic lines, the command hub filled with the chaotic, panicked screams of the syndicate's vanguard scouts. The sound of tearing iron and rushing water echoed from the surface as the

I was so livid that I tried to lunge at Ella, but her sidekicks held me back, with one of the women grabbing a fistful of my hair and snarling, "You want to save Wanda, huh? You'd better take a good look at yourself, you pathetic loser! You're a nobody!" Joseph shoved me hard, sending me sprawling to the ground. "That's enough, Yvonne Sommer! You're just stirring up trouble and being difficult at this point! You clearly don't respect my position as your drill instructor at all, Yvonne!"