Fleet Admiral Akainu Novels & Stories

I thought Felix and I could part on good terms. It never crossed my mind that he would rush to Salt River City overnight. His off-road vehicle screeched to a sudden stop right in front of me. The window rolled down slowly, and I calmly met his ice-cold expression. Felix gripped the steering wheel tightly, saying nothing. After a long, suffocating standoff, he finally slammed his fist against the wheel and snapped impatiently, “You’re the admiral’s wife. What more could you possibly want?”

“Four Federal Shipyards heavy frigates, standard loadout. Eighteen hundred accompanying fast-attack drones, custom unranked, mixed loadouts.” “Our side?” “About seventy-one bit vacuum, but we’ve still got optimal fighting capacity. They’ve got us two to one in terms of fighter-class ships, though.” Before Valos could relay any orders, the Admiral came on all of their comms displays. Her face was filled with hard lines, and she looked ready to kill. “This is Admiral Chase of the Federation Navy. You’ve encroached on Class V Restricted space, and in violation of Federal Statute ROC-54 Alpha. The punishment for which is immediate neutralization. However, I’m giving you this one chance to surren

Dawn said while staring right at me. "Fuck off, Dawn. You don't know anything about me!" I squealed. I couldn't stand here quietly while she spouted bullshit. I felt Logan's arms wrap around me. "Shh...she isn't worth it." Dawn ignored me and kept her eyes on him. "Consider this my final warning. Stay away from Marina. Eddie, Mike, Jason, they all fell for her lore and look where they ended up? Dead and buried. You'll be joining them very soon," she hissed.

On the horizon, ships were approaching. They weren't the sleek, geometric destroyers of the Architect. They were ugly, rusted, and trailing black smoke. A flotilla of scavenged vessels. Fishing trawlers welded with armor plating. A container ship mounted with old artillery cannons. A cruise ship painted in camouflage dazzle patterns. "The Free Fleet," Silas identified them, peering through a pair of binoculars. "The remnants of the Atlantic Navy and the coastal survivors. They’ve been hiding in the fog banks for years." "Are they friendly?" I asked. "They're human," Mom said, checking the load in her pistol. "So... probably not." The lead ship a converted frigate named the Goliath sounded it

The cruise ships lowered ramps, and hordes of passengers came ashore. The military vessels arrived, some berthing and others hovering in offshore guard formation. Then came Amera, identified by the secondary flag designed with stars on blue and red strips underscored by the ship’s name. Bjorn eased to the surface and stood still, supported by the strength of his short spiny legs. Let Dad see and know that his son was sturdy enough to travel in Below without taking to the air.

"I know the rules. She knew that I am her mate. But she didn't want to accept me yet." "Okay..." I raised both of my hands. "Too much information, Benedict. Hold your horses! I'm still quite shocked about this! How come I didn't know?" Damn... These two knew how to keep a secret. Now I understand why Benedict was always guarding my posting during the training of my privates in the past. He was already watching over her but he set some boundaries. Benedict was about to speak when Abraham Mendoza, our leader of special ranks and one of the Fleet Admiral, arrived on his military uniform with his assistant, Karen Young, the third woman who entered for military and was a captain under Furgoson's

As for the size of the ship, the envoy did say that it was a former warship and is currently one of the few transportations capable of getting to the island. Cai Kang hugs everyone but notices that Kurai looking more unhappy than he does with his goodbyes. Nuying had to pat him down before he hugs her to death. When Cai Kang and Kurai got onto a large wooden ship. Their jaws are dropped at the mere sight of the interior. It is way too damn big. It has several floors and the lower floors even have spaces for cannons. This is a warship. In addition to that, the other passengers are the entire Nadeshiko squadron who are their protection unit. It makes up at least over fifty people.

“You can’t possibly believe that the Devon in that video isn’t our Devon. This Devon. Are we seriously going to let this continue? Let this imposter fool us all?” That was it. I slammed my fist against the table. The solid wood trembled under the force. Gasps. Eyes widened. Kade flinched. Then, I spoke low. Hard and controlled. “I am still your damn President, Adrian Kade!” I growled low, the edge of my wolf leaking through. “You will watch how you speak and never undermine my authority again. Or I’ll have you formally charged with insubordination against this office.” Kade went quiet. Smug bastard. But he said nothing more.

I startled awake to the very vivid dream about my Chief. What the hell is happening to me? Let me start from the beginning. My name is Bree Lee. I am a Petty Officer 1st Class in the United States Navy, and I just transferred to my new command. I have been in the Navy for 6 years now, and I plan on making a career out of it. I was on an Aircraft carrier for the first 5 years of my time in service, and now I am being stationed on shore duty. Not something I am really looking forward to. I am an engineer in the Navy, my job is called Machinist Mate. So, I am known as MM1 (SW/AW) Lee. I am 25 years old, from the lovely state of New York, but now stationed in Florida…. Again, not something I am