Geonosis Ship Novels & Stories

"The ship’s name is Maersk Mc-Kinney Moller. It had Maersk Line’s white seven-pointed star logo on a blue background. It departed from the port nearest to this place." Gino typed furiously on his phone, recording every word. Satisfied, Mabel stood and picked up the briefcase. "Pleasure doing business with you," she said with a smirk. When she turned to leave, she muttered to herself, "Now to invest in something worthwhile." Gino’s gaze followed her retreating form. Once she exited, Gino turned to Marco. "Should I get the briefcase back?" Marco shook his head. "No. Focus on finding the ship and the island."

When he saw the lettering on the ship, his face sacked himself. Eirene Medical Research No relief. That's all right. “They did it.” Jonas turned to him. “Who are they? Asteria?’ John shook his head. “No, bad.” Elias grabbed the rows. “Let’s get out of here.” But John grabbed his arm. With surprising power. ‘No. It doesn't matter. You have radar. Heat image. You will find us in minutes.” The ship was hoping. It's a deep sound. Then a voice sounded over speaker.

Finally, Elise said, “If Orion’s still floating, we need eyes on it. Otherwise, every move we make is blind.” Sophia nodded. “We find it. Carefully.” --- Camilo’s Pacific contacts located a fishing vessel willing to scout the coordinates. Two days later, grainy footage arrived: a massive ship, painted white, drifting as if abandoned. No lights. No visible crew.

"Man overboard!" "Pull him up, we are almost out of the storm's eye." Geoff twisted the wheel softly and hard enough to navigate between the ocean's slaps. "The wind is getting stronger, brace yourselves!" Milen stole a glance at Geoff and smiled. He admired his choice of recruiting the dwarf captain, as much as he trusted the midget's skills. Another tide ran at them, giving them one last soak, while shifting the rear end of the ship -but it didn't take them off course.

During one of their first few nights in the vast open water, Nero saw, or imagined he saw, a vessel standing for them under a press of sail, as though it would run them down. Luna in particular affirmed that it was the ship that once sank due to a storm, and that it must certainly be it, or at least it was its the apparition. According from what she heard, there was once a ship that was lost off the {Cape of Good Hope, change the name}, and every soul on board perished. Wasting no time, the cats approached their masters to report this sighting. As they ran as fast as their four stubby legs could take them, they cried to their fellow members.

Dexter was in the Luna's penthouse suite, watching over Jenica as she rested. A beta guard, drenched and pale as a ghost, burst into the suite. "Your Majesty!" he gasped. "The Moongoddess… Miss Noelle's yacht… it exploded in the storm!" Dexter shot up from his chair. "What?" "The Coast Guard is on site… they said with an explosion of that magnitude… there are no survivors."

"Well mister Geiss. As Goradin said before to your colleague, mr Lemere, I take my job seriously. I aided Admiral Lahain when his ship was in dire straits against the forces of Chaos. I was briefed by Lord-Admiral Ravensburg himself and carried out the mission to the best of my abilities. I did the same at Babarus Costa under McCallun before being sent to Orar. If you do not believe that than believe this. I do not sacrifice any ship or soul under my command needlessly just because some officer said so. This is why I came to blows with McCallun." A short silence fell over the table. "When do we depart?" came from one of the commanders. "My ship's repairs were finished this afternoon. So we c

brass telescope. High above the limestone bluffs, a "Sovereign" Command-Shuttle descended through the clouds. It was a "Gilded" relic of the "New Geneva" fleet, its hull shimmering with a "Neural-Node" cloak that was flickering—exhausted by the "Friction" of the long flight from the coast. The "Sovereign Nodes" were no longer gods; they were "Broken Assets" searching for a "Hard-Reset" that didn't exist.

"Just a bit tired after the adrenaline rush, but otherwise I'm alright." Nestie was relieved. "I did my best to have them double back and fetch you right away." Then, after some silence, he added, "That was one freak storm we experienced. While it was happening, it felt like we were caught in a typhoon. We were lucky. I just hope no other vessel was caught in it." It was then that Lisa remembered the white yacht and its ghostly presence. She recalled how it seemed to glow in the mist and the gold letters written on its side – The Golden Cowrie.

He raised his hooked nose and asked, “Border Chief, why is that? It’s just Orienta. My warships are parked in the waters of the neighboring country. Would they dare to make a move on me?” “You stupid fool! Look at your warships again. What waters are you in now?! Get the hell out at once!” On the other end of the phone, the border chief roared. Georgina took a quick glance at the display. A triangular red dot indicated that it had crossed the waters of a neighboring country and officially entered the waters of Orienta! “F*ck! What's going on, you idiots?! I told you to stay in the neighboring country's waters. Why did you cross the border without permission!”