Geonosis Ship Novels & Stories

It was d​ark,‍ grainy, and green-tin​t‍ed, but the shape o‍f t‌he cargo ship Iron Lady was unmistaka​ble. And so wer⁠e the three speedboats fla‍nkin⁠g it. "S​tatu‍s," Lorenzo barked‍, sitt⁠ing down a⁠n​d p‌utting on a heads‍et. "​P‌ir⁠ates are boarding," Giova‍nni said, his fingers flying across a keyboard. "The‍y have jammed th⁠e ship's distr‍e‌ss beacon. The crew is in the citadel (p​anic room), b​ut⁠ th‌e br‌idge is vulne⁠rable."

I sat in the back, Eli's stone in my hand, thinking about Geneva. The Council's headquarters. The most secure building on the planet. Cameras. Guards. Walls that could survive a bomb. And somewhere underneath it, a chunk of rock that could save us all. "Rose," Kai said. "We have company." I stood up. A ship was approaching from the east. Small. Fast. No flags. Miro surfaced. "Council," he said. "Scout vessel. Probably spotted us on radar." "How many aboard?" "Maybe ten." Kai reached for a weapon. I put my hand on his arm.

"Well. That was a mess." Damien winced. "Not over yet." Lena moved. In the distance, there was a flash of lights. Black SUVs waiting for them. Lena's heart tightened. There was no escape. Then Noah said, "There's one." They looked at him. He nodded past the docks. A cargo ship loomed in the distance, preparing to leave port. Its engines roared, its hull looming like a giant over the black. Lena understood in an instant. Damien frowned. "You want to stow away on that monstrosity?"

"Boss ain't happy with one of the crates for tonight. I got Georgio checking it out now." Nico kept his expression neutral. The shipment had been clean when he'd inspected it himself, so this was probably just Antonio being Antonio--paranoid, controlling, always expecting betrayal. It made him dangerous. "You think it's serious?" Nico asked. Frank shrugged. "Better safe than dead, right?" He ended the call and grabbed a drink from the counter. "Georgio'll handle it. You heading to the docks later?" "Yeah," Nico lied. He'd be anywhere but the docks when everything went to hell. "Just thought I'd check in first. Any issues I should know about?"

The retort is fast, too fast, words cutting like knives. “We’ve confirmed her location.” The words fall like stones, heavy with hope and dread. Gabriel freezes, his whole body going still. The first mate continues, emboldened by the lack of immediate violence. “She’s on a ship, anchored in a cove about two leagues south. Just sitting there.” A shudder runs through Gabriel, and then he is in motion, sweeping papers off the table with a wide arm. “Prepare to move. I want two boats, best fighters only.” The orders come clipped and precise, a captain’s voice overriding the man’s chaos.

His face was pale, the kind of look that told me something was wrong before he even spoke. I looked up slowly. “What is it?” He shut the door behind him. The noise outside faded, but the tension didn’t. He stepped closer, hands in his pockets, jaw tight. “We’ve got a problem,” he said. I dropped the pen and leaned back. “Say it.” “The Genoa shipment,” he said. “It’s gone.” The words didn’t register at first. I frowned. “Gone?” “Yeah,” he said, shaking his head. “Not hijacked. Not delayed. Gone. The trucks left the port and never showed. The trackers went silent halfway through. No distress signal, no call, nothing.”

"I do not just help the healthy. I stop the sickness." She grabbed the green jar. She put her moms jar inside her shirt against her heart. She wrapped her arms around all of them. "Benson can you fly this thing?" June asked. "I can aim it " the blue ghost said. He moved to the pilots chair. ". June... There are no wheels. This ship was not built to come." The ship fell fast towards the coast of Akwa Ibom. June watched the grey Earth getting closer and closer. She saw the ruins of the Ark. She saw the thousands of people standing in the dust. They were looking at the sky.

No legal registry numbers caught the light. "The Nereid," Aisha muttered, her voice dropping back into that low, dominant contralto as she expertly brought the zodiac alongside the towering steel wall. "Julian's primary deep-water transport. This ship doesn't exist on any corporate ledger. It hasn't docked in a civilian port in five years." A heavy cargo net was thrown over the side, hitting the rubber tube of the zodiac with a wet thud. "Up, Elara!" Aisha commanded, grabbing the back of my life vest with a terrifying, effortless strength and hoisting me toward the ropes. "The clock is down to forty-five hours, and the Atlantic transport leaves from Nova Scotia by sunrise. Move!"

I was dressing when Jordein entered and informed me that we were being hailed by a passing ship. "I wasn't sure what to say to them," he said softly as his eyes moved over my bare flesh and down my legs. I grabbed my shirt and put it on. Jordein looked away bashfully and said,"your very fit, Zax." I asked if he answered the call and he said no, he didn't know what to say and wasn't sure which buttons to press. I told him that was fine as I jogged to the bridge and saw George's face on the large screen. I raised my brow and told Jordein to practice his Netorian language and that I'd sit off to the side and observe the exchange. Jordein did as I asked and the Netorian whom I assumed was George

he replied almost painedly. "Let's just hope the gods give us enough time to purify Mihdel," Doreon declared, kissing the necklace around his neck with the symbol of the goddess Lox. "You and your faith," Aislin said, shaking her head. As soon as the sails were unfurled the ship immediately began to move, with a jolt and driven by the wind, it projected itself onto the calm surface of the ocean, while the first stars began to shine high in the sky.