Empty Vessel Light Gg Novels & Stories

“The trajectory is absolute. The vessels are decelerating, and their target is this exact coordinate. They are coming to the North.” ​“How many ships are there?” Kross asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the glass walls. ​“Just one,” Silas replied, bringing up a holographic projection from the center of the table. “But it is not a warship. It does not carry the violet Dissonance of the Owners. Its energy signature is perfectly clean. It is a monolith of pure white light. The data logs from the First Architects refer to this type of vessel as an Emissary.”

The Sunderers were still there, standing at the water’s edge like a forest of jagged statues. ​"They didn't want the ship," Elara said, her voice trembling as she wiped ash from her face. "They wanted the Lead. They’re trying to build something, Kael." ​"The Sterling Depot," Lyra said, pointing to a blinking red light deep in the ruins of the Vancouver hills—a light that shouldn't have been on in a world without power. "That’s not a trade beacon. That’s a Paging Signal." ​Kael looked at the light. It was pulsing in a very specific pattern. Three short, three long, three short.

*Vector suggests high-speed displacement away from the ship wreckage. "Away?” I echoed. "Girl, your words are confusing me more. What the hell do you mean by–” Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light beneath the ship wreckage. It sliced through the cloud of debris, flashing across the hull of my ship. I leaned closer, zooming in on the object manually until it fully came into view. A small, egg-shaped ship, made entirely of glass on one side and metal on the rest. A section of it was covered in soot, fried like it had just gone through hell itself.

The air in the strategy room was razor-thin, and crackling with tension as red lights pulsed across the ceiling. Elena stepped in, Grayson close behind, and was immediately met by a wall of urgency. Rosa was hunched over the main console, fingers flying over the keys as a rotating three-dimensional map of Havenreach displayed a blinking red dot closing in fast from the northwest quadrant. "Unknown vessel is small, low-altitude, but fast. It's not broadcasting any identification code," Rosa said. Her voice was composed, but her eyes betrayed unease. "It broke through the outer radar web five minutes ago."

The thirty light transports ground to an immediate halt, their oars dragging silently against the black water to kill their forward momentum. "Left sector," Dmitry rumbled from the shadows beside the mainmast. He had not drawn his military broadsword, but his amber eyes were locked onto a dense pocket of fog less than twenty yards away. The black deer-hide wrapping his hands flexed as his jaw tightened. "The void can smell the copper plating on her hull. It’s an Eastern corvette. A forward scout from the auxiliary line, likely sent to look for the vanguard of their own shadow armada."

The sudden, total darkness that enveloped Berth 3 was absolute, broken only by the rhythmic, sweeping white arcs of the Apapa Star’s emergency maritime strobe lights. From the sixty-first floor of the Manhattan tower, the monochrome infrared cameras on Jade’s console translated the chaos into ghost-like shades of pale gray and toxic green. The tactical team below, stripped of their primary auxiliary power and their automated communication relays, looked like panicked ants scattering across a rain-slicked concrete slab.

Confident that it had evacuated the food's onboard intelligence, the scout ship cleared the meal for digestion and put the nano to work. Jyro fumbled for the emergency lighting switch and toggled it to the "on" position. The overall level of illumination was lower than usual but sufficient to his purposes. "Why did the power go down? What happening?" There was no reply. The navcomp should have been online but wasn't.

“I think maybe those stories weren’t just stories.” “Yeah, you think?” Hunter asked. “Are they going to kill us?” Zeke asked. “We are a group of ten.” “But we would make a horrible crew to this ship.” I pointed out. “We’re not qualified at all!” “I don’t think they care about that.” Oz admitted. “I’m just really hoping they do.” Suddenly the green lights went out and we plunged into the dark. Screams rang out and then were cut off abrupt. The lights came back up dimly and there was only me and Penn.

We snapped our heads towards its direction. My heart thumped loudly, dread settling in my stomach. The light only means one thing. A distress signal. Keldor is in danger.

The steady thrum of the fuel pumps gradually faded until silence settled over the underground vault. A soft chime sounded from the transport's control panel. [AUXILIARY TANKS: 100% CAPACITY. 10,000 GALLONS SECURED.] The lead vanguard operator disconnected the final hose and wiped a streak of grease from his visor. "Vault's empty, ma'am. Every last drop." A faint smile touched my lips. "Seal everything up. We're leaving."