Geonosis Ship Novels & Stories

The merchant ship descended to a low altitude and immediately, a ship approached. A young man’s voice came from inside. “Hello, I am the navigator of this large trade zone. If you need anything, just ask me. I know this place very well.” Upon seeing the word ‘Central’ engraved on the other party’s ship, Marlee felt relieved. If they were another swindler like Willie, there would not be the word ‘Central’ on their ship. This was a means of transportation that only staff members recognized by the Central Sacred Continent officials could drive.

********************** So Star sailed back to the island and quickly carried Nasha to the hut and lay her on the bed as he applied hot stuff on her body. George had been trying to reach Nasha ever since she left for the unknown destination but the terrible server couldn’t let him. However, when he opened his laptop, the signal of the watch that Nasha wore; which was connected to his laptop, showed danger. He could see the location at a very far distance but it was a little blurry then his heart sank as he quickly called his teams to inform them to get ready to search for her the next day.

' 'I'm already half way home. 'Then it will be best if you just return to Soare-Luna. Don't go near Alvar and Imporia. It's not safe. Stay where you are, the Neos army will soon be on it's way there, headed by Mikhail. Move forward with them and stay in touch with Mikhail.' 'Fine. Don't get yourself killed.' 'You too.' He replied and then I cut the link. I spotted two anchored cargo ships about fifty meters away. The sharks started slowing as we neared them. The water was growing shallow and this was as far as they could go.

It was so noisy, and it sounded like there were a few ships approaching them. Mya was shocked and instantly jumped out of bed. She saw Adrian and Lincoln standing quietly on the deck while more than twenty ships surrounded NS Trinaga from all directions in a three-thousand-foot ring. These ships had Black Nergal’s flags on them. “They’re here at last,” Mya said upon witnessing the scene before her. This was the situation that she had feared. Yet, what was the point of being worried? It was upon them at last. She looked toward Adrian and asked, “What should we do?”

Maya rode in the center, flanked by Seven and Thorne, with Elias bringing up the rear, his iron staff strapped to his saddle like a lance. The descent to Livorno was a race against the sky. Every few miles, the thrum of the IMF gunships would echo through the clouds, their amber "Return to Base" beacons still flashing blindly through the storm; the "Foreclosure" code was holding but their automated tracking systems were still spinning out data anomalies, hunting for the source of the geothermal spike Maya had unleashed.

Now that an onyxite mine had been discovered within Nidora's borders, who wouldn't want a share? Even if they couldn't get much, they certainly couldn't allow Nidora to monopolize it and become another powerful Varendor. George continued drinking his wine. His eyes were like glittering stars. His presence exuded a cold, menacing aura. This birthday banquet was truly dull. As the envoys and Nidora officials argued back and forth, the Wesselham envoy spoke up again. "Your Majesty, why not take a step back? Our country can forgo onyxite, but we ask that Nidora cease production of the new rifle to avoid causing panic among the nations."

"Elara, if your friends aren't here..." "They’re here," she whispered, looking at a small, pulsing light on her own modified watch. "Drop the anchor. Kill the lights. We have to go completely cold." They sat in the pitch-black silence of the North Atlantic. The only sound was the water slapping against the hull and the heavy, terrified breathing of the four of them. Suddenly, a massive shape rose from the depths—not a submarine, but a gargantuan, rust-stained hull of a ship that seemed to materialize out of the fog. It had no lights, no flags. It was a ghost ship of the modern age.

The flagship lay like a wounded beast across the ruins of the plaza, but even in its broken state, it hummed with a terrifying, predatory energy. "It’s not me vibrating, Sofia. It’s the ship. It’s hungry," Nomo replied, his fingers white-knuckled around the grip of his pulse rifle. He was kneeling right behind her, his breath coming in short, shallow hitches. The violet spark in his eyes was erratic, reacting to the massive psychic weight leaking from the Soul-Gem deeper within the vessel. "Zilo, tell me you’ve got the mag-locks bypassed. We’re sitting ducks out here in the open."