Geonosis Ship Novels & Stories

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?”

His straw-colored, slippery hide briefly clung to the silver planks as he leaned over the stern. Gildeon glanced below the ship, wincing at the destruction he hadn’t realized he’d caused. The boat was split in half, mast and sails down. The entire vessel was sinking slowly. “Wasn't that the plan?” he said with a hesitant smirk, scratching the side of his face with a dragon claw. “We don’t need it anymore. We have this ship.” Aktaeon shot him a deadly glare. “Nalini gifted that boat to me, you idiot!”

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."

Arriving at the address, Josephine rushed to find a cruise ship called the Little Mermaid, which turned out to be a large cruise ship that was being repaired. Josephine boarded the ship and stepped carefully among the scattered logs on the floor of the ship. "Hello?" she shouted. "Anyone here? Nicholas, you here?" she shouted loudly. No one answered, but the sound of trampling wood was heard. Josephine turned and something heavy fell on her neck. Josephine felt the darkness envelop her and she fell to the floor, unconscious. ***