Geonosis Ship Novels & Stories

It wasn't the Holy Syndicate. From the fog emerged a fleet of "Ghost Ships"—commercial freighters, private yachts, and even fishing trawlers, all manned by people who had been "Decommissioned" by the Syndicate’s global seizure. They were the waitresses from Singapore, the coders from Geneva, and the soldiers from New York who had refused to go back to their "Stations." The lead ship, a battered Northwood icebreaker, pulled alongside the black sand. A woman stepped onto the deck—Mina, her eyes tired but free of the neon-green glow. Beside her stood a thousand others, their faces grim and determined.

Jidana, Kariya and Ophilius packed themselves into Ophilius’s sky ship. Ophilius had to use to metal poles as crutches as he struggled to enter the ship. Jidana and Kariya helped him into the ship and they were ready to set sail and on their way to the Petragram mansion. Ophilius’ s ship was big and red with two large masts each carrying 10 flags. There are two compartments on the sides that house cannons and a compartment inside the ship to store weapons. The ship is powered by wind Furiyu and the wind of the sky.

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.

Everything was prepared, and there was already an abundance of fresh water and food on the ship. Noir had prepared a very large ship. In terms of tonnage, it was the largest ship in the sea apart from military vessels. Before boarding the ship, Leon suddenly stopped, knelt in the direction of the sea, and muttered something under his breath solemnly, “Ami-ama-nalu...” After bowing, he stood up again. Noir asked curiously, “What were you doing?”

"What happened?" "Maxine Johnson never woke up," Priscilla said flatly. Alcott frowned. An hour later, they were on the move again. By midday, they had crossed Lake Nazz, following the GPS coordinates Travis had left behind. They moved upriver, guiding the boat toward one of the small islands near the shore. Waiting for them there was a massive ship, over a hundred feet long, its bow lined with more than a dozen armed men. But on the tiny beach, only one man stood.

He knew in an instant that it was Travis's ship. A three mass ship with dark sails. It was the complete opposite of The Morning Star. It was dark. Even the wood the ship was made out of was darker. It's dark sails had a white crescent moon with a small silver star that dangled off the end of the moon. It looked haunting as it sailed towards the open ocean. Ghostly against the dark sky. Gavin's throat felt like it was closing as he watched it.

"Give them a target they can't hit!" Jace’s ship, the Ghost Whisper, vanished. Not into smoke, but into a literal fold in reality. Using the Shadow-Silk sails, his vessel became a translucent smudge against the turquoise sea, reappearing a mile to the left and unleashing a volley of obsidian bolts that tore through the leading edge of the swarm. "Thane, bring us about! Hard to port!" I roared. Thane slammed his weight against the helm, the Obsidian Wing groaning as its Eclipse-Glass prow sliced through the air. "Elora, they’re charging the Needle-Beams! If they hit the deck, the heat will melt the masts!"

Jason opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, Mia’s voice cut through gently but firm. “There’s a ship,” she said, looking between the Elders and Jason. “Fourteen day cruise. It departs from Adelaide, loops through New Zealand, then the top of Australia, and ends in Bali before returning. You’d be off pack lands, out of reach of duty, and… maybe closer to fate.” Nathan crossed his arms, glancing at Jason. "Wouldn’t kill us to relax. Just once." Jason sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll think about it.”

It was the day of the big trip on the ship. Lissa, Rassy and Gizella were excited for the new ride. They got in and saw how big the ship was. So big it could accommodate more than five hundred guests. They walked around the ship, enjoying the common rooms. There was everything on this ship, everything they wanted and even what they didn't want. For example, the presence of some people. Gizella got goosebumps when she saw Graçaniano. He still smiled at her, but she turned away, completely ignoring him.