Goob Ships Novels & Stories

However, the shamans were great at tracking and soon found a trail for one of the goblin scouts who headed towards the east. Following the guidance, the hobgoblin and his shamans stopped before a gruesome sight. The scout was smashed between two boulders when he tried to pass through a rock crevice. The rocks were loose in this area, and the scout was unlucky. “Gobogor!” the hobgoblin commanded, not bothering with a burial. Only the stupid would die like this. They were better off finding the trails of the next scout.

"I do believe those are Grishan’s ships." "Grishan’s?" I repeat, "Does that mean that’s Hindrick and the others?" "Looks like," Uncle Ramone confirms. "Well, isn’t this perfect timing? We can all attack at the same time now." Remaining silent, I watch as the large ships close the distance between us and them. When they stop, a ladder is dropped, allowing us to climb aboard while our own groups ships wait for further instruction. "Glad you could join us," Gavin chuckles once we’re on deck. "Now could you explain exactly what is going on here?"

"If we don't speak now, there won't be anyone left to hear us." THE SIEGE OF THE ICEBREAKER ​The ship suddenly shuddered as a massive explosion rocked the hull. On the external cameras, Leo saw the Trust’s "Ghost Ships", sleek, silent aircraft that looked like shards of black glass, landing on the ice shelf. Teams of "Iron Erasers" began to pour out, their weapons glowing with a terrifying, white-hot energy.

Bob growled as he cautiously walked around the stopped ship. With careful steps, Bob slid down the deck of the ship, trying not to attract the attention of anyone who might be inside. After passing through a dark and narrow passage, he made it to the gangway and jumped ashore. Under the glorious moonlight, Bob was relieved to have escaped his captors. However, he knew that his adventure was just beginning. He had to be careful and vigilant, as threats still lurked in places he didn't know. Soon after, his eyes were drawn to a row of ships docked in the harbor. One of them caught his attention. A fishing boat didn't seem to be well maintained, and Bob saw an opportunity to hide in it.

The sand beneath my feet felt suddenly unstable, like the whole island might tilt and slide into the sea. Sergei spat something in Russian to his men. Two of them moved closer to the waterline, weapons trained on the approaching boats. The rest kept their aim split between us and Vivienne. Caelum’s hand brushed mine again — a silent signal. Be ready. The first boat rounded the headland, sleek and dark, no running lights. Then a second. Then a third. They weren’t Bratva. These were different — matte black, heavily modified, the kind of vessels that belonged to people who operated in the shadows between governments and criminals. My stomach dropped.

That's a lot of ships massed out there. "Oh my Gods, it's a staging ground. They are preparing an offencive here." "You got that right, Howard...." Lieutenant Goradin wasn't listening to both senior officers. He was busy counting enemy ships by classes and squadrons. Escort craft of just about every origin were massed there. Both chaos and imperial. Undoubtedly there were more tucked away somewhere inside the rocks that they couldn't see yet. Most likely the pirates down there were already aware of their presence. He was the first one to tear himself away from the pictures on the screen.

After 15 minutes, the gunfire finally stopped. At that moment, all kinds of dead fish were floating around the broken cargo ship. They were the deep-sea fish that had been blown to death by the artillery shells. "Commander Gao, no matter how tough that brat from Yang Xiao is, he has become a pile of rotten meat, right?" Someone mocked. "That's right. Who in this world can withstand the bombardment of eight warships?" Someone mocked. "Although Yang Xiao is a little famous, he is dead after all."

"Their transport vehicles might not have utilized the highway networks at all, Tobin. Their commanders could have easily evacuated his frame by ship." "By ship?" Tobin echoes the words, his face looking highly surprised. "Marsey Island lies completely out in the open sea, Warlord. It is only accessible via deep-water transport vessels." After a short moment of tactical thought, my jaw tightens. "Audit every single cruise record and commercial cargo manifest logged across the sector for the past forty-eight hours. Ensure no internal mafia yachts slip past our maritime dragnet." Tobin gives a firm nod of his head and promptly sets off to deploy the border orders.

Midnight over Gloomwater Bay At precisely midnight, the sky above Gloomwater Bay was a churning cauldron of black clouds and violent coastal gales. Three royal stealth gunships hovered silently three thousand feet above the dark, churning ocean. Below them, stretching across the midnight-black water, lay the massive ironclad armada of the Dusk-Sea Protectorate. Eighty towering warships, constructed from dark steel and reinforced with the jagged, glowing bones of abyssal leviathans, cut through the white-capped waves like floating mountain ranges. Inside the belly of the lead gunship, red tactical lights washed over twenty elite Obsidian Ridge shock-troopers as they double-checked their shado