Geonosis Ship Novels & Stories

Nearby, a torn shirt fluttered in the wind. It was stained with blood. Isabella’s breath hitched behind me. “That’s Kelly’s,” she whispered, stepping closer. “I recognize the stitching — I helped her sew that damn sleeve back on.” She touched the fabric with trembling fingers, but I could see it — she wasn’t going to break. She was already planning the next step. Gods, she was dangerous when she went quiet like that. Mason returned, his face grim. “Found a captain who remembers seeing a cargo ship leave two nights ago. No paperwork. Paid in cash. Headed south.”

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.

POV: Damien The yacht sailed through the sea, there were no lights, just the faint green glow of the moon on the water. The island was already gone behind us, ahead was the mainland. Everyone was finally asleep. Gideon was tucked into a bunk in the lower cabin, his body exhausted from the sudden move. Luca and Marrow were trading shifts, staring at thermal screens, waiting for any movement that meant the Council were closing in.

The one who had spoken was none other than the eldest young master of the George family, Franco’s eldest brother, Finley George. The subordinate carefully picked up the cigarette butt in front of Finley and spoke respectfully, “Master, we’ve been trying to contact Master Franco, but to no avail. No one has responded, including the yacht’s communicator. The yacht’s GPS signal has disappeared, and it never came back.” Finley immediately asked, “How about the boats and planes you sent? Do they have any news yet?”

signature was gone. ​"The virus is dead," Leo said, his voice sounding oddly peaceful. "But the 'Tower' left a door open. We’re not the only ones who were listening to the 'Noise'." ​The Cliffhanger ​As they rowed the skiff toward the coast of Neo-Tokyo, a single, black ship appeared on the horizon. It wasn't an Architect ship, and it wasn't a Vane ship. It bore a crest that none of them recognized, a "Broken-Crescent" dripping with violet oil.

George was surprised by what he saw, they not only kidnapped her, but they left the country. "Did they actually board that ship?" Michael asked no one in particular. "Where is that ship going into?" Elliot went back to work on his system. "The ship is not registered under their cargo." "It's going to be hard to know their location if it's not registered." "Ahhhhhhh." George let out a large shout ruffling his hair. The two at his back stared at him, one in confusion, and one out of pity. "I think you need to come see this." They start at the screen.

~Stargem: Rewrite~ Sephtis' fleet arrived at the Crimson Gate and joined the Blood Fleet. Right behind the legions of ships is the Excelente Class World Destroyer Ship. This ship is powered by four dark magic crystals and is 40,000 km in length (front to back), and has a height of 15-20,000 km. This monstrous ship has a large lazer barrel in front and as the name says, it can destroy worlds. This is only one of the 4 Excelente Class that serve as a flagship of the Forgotten Navy. The ship where Sephtis is, docks inside it and a man can be seen looking down from the hangar observatory deck wearing black robe with a golden sash.

And I wasn’t sure the world would let me. We walked fast through the corridor, Niko keeping his voice low until we were in the study. Gia was there, perched against the desk with her arms folded tight across her chest. The way she looked at me told me before she opened her mouth that this wasn’t just business, it was blood. “What happened?” I asked. Gia didn’t waste time. “Two of our crews got hit tonight.” My spine went rigid. “Where?” “South docks and the club,” Niko answered, his tone clipped. “Coordinated. Whoever’s behind it knows our routes, knows our rotations.”

“I thought of you when I saw it.” Her fingers traced the smooth inner whorl. The shell was cool, its weight surprisingly comforting. “I’ve never seen anything like this,” she said. “Thank you.” She wrapped the shell back in the cloth as they reached the edge of the harbor. The smell of salt and tar and old fish washed over them. Nico led her along the quay to a medium-sized ship moored near the end. Its hull was weathered but well-kept. “This is her,” he said, a note of pride in his voice. “The Eirene.”

he says. “Aye.” I narrow my eyes to get a better look. I lock my gaze, watching the ship slowly approach until its detail becomes clearer. It’s large, about the size of my vessel. The flag becomes visible, but I can’t read it. It’s dark–black maybe–but I can’t make out the signal. Moments pass, and it becomes obvious the ship is sailing straight for us. “Kai?” Niko asks in the mind-link. “I’m in the mess hall, and you apparently aren’t. Is something wrong?”