Empty Vessel Light Gg Novels & Stories

“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."

We already have your mother, June Vane said. She pointed to an empty gold tank. And now we have the Mother to make the ships engine go Vane said. The ship started shaking. They were leaving the Earth. June looked out the window. She saw the Earth. A ball of ash. Then a big golden beam of light came out of the ship. It hit the planet. It was not a gun. It was a vacuum. The ship was taking the bit of life from the Earth to fly to the stars. Wait June said, trying to catch her breath. Her vision was getting blurry.

The phase-shift zero-G shaft was a graveyard of floating debris and frozen atmospheric vapor, a vertical tunnel of absolute darkness cut only by the pale, stuttering blue glow of Elara’s emergency suit lights. Upward was a relative concept here, dictated only by the heavy iron rungs bolted to the bulkhead.

Nox P.O.V "Captain Nox watch out for the army of the Void and the Prima, we couldn't risk our passenger safety for something as risky like this..", I heard Vixen muttered besides me. I need to make a crucial decision and possibly a dangerous one. There's the Void army against the Prima army in our vision but if I make some turn avoiding them there's 90% chance of the broken engine becoming more fatal. I could use the ultralight speed system but it could only work once and it needs to recharge again for at least 2 days on top of that it could only work in straight path, if I make a turn the system would entirely lock the steering so it could only go straight.

Travis informs me. Immediately, I stop scanning the black horizon to my left for possible enemies (the left side of him is his blind spot, after all) and focus my attention to the front, which is the direction his gloved hand is pointing. . Squinting into the distance I see ... absolutely nothing. The horizon in front of me is as devoid of color and shape as the horizon that I had been staring at to my left a minute ago. "Travis, I don't see ... - but before I could finish, my eyes are fixed on a half dozen golden lights rising out of nowhere about a half dozen the size of a pinhead slowly approaching us and make bigger"

In the next instant, the massive vessel roared into motion and vanished at incredible speed. "What the hell was that about?" Viggo narrowed his eyes. Personal communicators didn't work out in deep space—if someone needed to deliver a message across star systems, they had to send a human, a creature, or use high-grade ship-to-ship comms. The more advanced the vessel, the farther it could reach. Clearly, their Destroyer-class ship had received some kind of urgent news. Viggo decided to wait it out. Sure enough, just over 20 minutes later, a light shimmered in the air—Duncan had arrived.

"The crimson warning light pulsed rhythmic strokes against the velvet walls, turning the stateroom into the bleeding heart of a dying beast. The high-pitched wail of the klaxon sliced through the heavy, musk-scented air. Outside the panoramic windows, the storm raged with a sudden, violent fury, but it was nothing compared to the blinding beam of a military-grade searchlight that suddenly pierced the gray mist, illuminating the cabin in a stark, clinical white. Through the heavy marine glass, a deep, mechanical voice boomed over a long-range megaphone, distorted by the wind but carrying the unmistakable weight of federal authority. "Luxury vessel Sovereign, this is the United States Coast Gu

"The Hull-Integrity Sensors (devices that detect cracks or thinning in the metal) are hitting the yellow zone." Suddenly, the lights in the sub flickered and turned a jagged, static red. "What's happening?" Kazimir barked, his hand flying to his weapon. "It’s not the sub!" Elara gasped, clutching her head. "It’s the Void-Signal (the cosmic predatory frequency Jun warned them about)."