Ducktales/ships Novels & Stories

A much smaller ship is also with the fleet and is escorted by seven dreadnaughts(5,000 km long) and two carriers(6,000km long). As the fleet leaves the Dark Realm by entering the portal, a girl with purple eyes with a black tribal heart tattoo on her left cheek under her temporal canthus is aboard the smaller ship and is sitting on a throne covered in dark aura. × Temporal Canthus - outer corner of the eye (on the other side away from the nose and is towards the ear/s). × ~ Stargem: Rewrite ~

"Kaelor, look at the signatures of the ships above." "What am I looking at?" "They aren't Aethelgard ships. Those are Navia hulls. Steam-engines and salvaged iron." Aradaa’s heart sank. "It’s the humans. A 'New Republic.' They aren't trying to claim the ship... they’re trying to kill the 'Beast in the Deep.' They’re afraid of us." "Those are our people!" Kaelor shouted. "Why are they dropping fire on our heads?" A new signal pulsed on the sonar—a familiar, sharp encryption.

The yard was a labyrinth of shadows, every creak and rustle putting their nerves on edge. Luca’s voice crackled softly over the comms. “I’m picking up chatter on an encrypted frequency. Sounds like they’re expecting a delivery.” “Can you pinpoint where?” Elena asked. “Dock twelve,” Luca replied. “It’s on the far side.” Elena signaled to the others, and they regrouped near the designated dock. A large cargo ship was moored there, its deck bustling with activity. Hawthorne’s men moved crates onto waiting trucks, their movements precise and coordinated.

Chapter 50: The Shadow Lord's Departure The harbor stretched before him like a promise of violence made manifest, its waters black as midnight beneath the pre-dawn sky. Forty-seven warships rode at anchor in formations that spoke of military precision and unlimited resources, their hulls gleaming with magical reinforcements that could deflect cannon fire and turn aside the most sophisticated naval magic. Each vessel flew the silver shadow of House Nox, but these weren't the modest coastal patrol ships his ancestors had maintained. These were instruments of conquest, designed to carry war across oceans and challenge powers that had never faced serious external threats.

"We're out. We're actually out." "Look," Jun whispered. Elara wiped her eyes and looked at the long-range Aetheric-Scanner. They weren't alone in the dark. Emerging from the shadow of the moon, and rising from the far side of the planet, were hundreds of other White Ships. They were of different shapes and sizes—some looked like floating cathedrals of glass, others like jagged shards of obsidian—but they all shared the same Architectural-Lineage. "Are those... survivors?" Mina asked, her voice trembling.

The stone didn't shatter; it dissolved into a mist of pure, breathable energy that turned the surrounding air into a shimmering shield. "If the other Arks want our home, they'll have to come through the mud to get it!" The First Arrival As the sun set, a massive shadow fell over the valley. It wasn't the Lotus-ship of the Vance-Core, and it wasn't the obsidian monolith of the Hunters. It was a rusted, hulking beast of a ship—Ark-12: The Penitent.

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.

“What?” “She’s no longer visible on the map.” He says, stowing the iPad away. “We need to find that ship because it’s set to depart in the next five minutes.” “Shit. Shit. Shit. She must’ve discovered the trackers.” I whisper as we quickly change course and head towards the large expanse of water. “Or Darth did.” Damon suggests. “Those are not ordinary trackers. Only someone with a professional eye can detect something like that.” My guts clench as usual at the mention of Darth’s name and at the memory of his betrayal, but I keep pushing.

“Of course. I’m a Dragon. Explosives are my specialty. Now go back up there and help Aki turn the ship. It’s payback time.” × Sasha gritted his teeth as he watched the pirate ship growing bigger and more detailed behind them. He squinted at the black flag of a skull and crisscrossing dao sabers. Old Jolly Shinigami, which meant that the crew intended to “give no quarter”. He was waiting for the opportune time to execute their maneuver, letting their pursuers think they were gaining till they were within optimum striking range of the longship’s kunikuzushi (country destroyer) cannons.

Under the river, there were endless lives, including many creatures of the Sea Tribe. The Sea Tribe, the Sea Python, the Sea Demon Black Tortoise, the Bloodthirsty Sea Demon, etc.... Every one of them was a creature with matchless. Anyone who encountered them, unless they were Powerhouse Cultivators, would have no chance of surviving. This was precisely the case. If one wanted to pass through this place, they had to choose some powerful ships. Golden Dragon Ship! This was a giant ship chosen by Zephyr Khan and Widow Scorpion. It was thousands of meters long and 100 meters wide. It was a colossus.