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(Bobby The Cameraman) Booby at first were frustrated as he wanted so much to find the 4th ship that seemingly has vanished, but then the ship that they were on just suddenly picked up speed, and by then slowly he and his camera were able to record more scenes. But as the ship went closer and closer, through his camera, he cannot believed what he had just witnessed. The camera has captured the bloodied scene on the 3rd ship, the entire ships were in tattered, battered with holes, smokes and fires. The ship mast was already fallen, the top deck of the ship were littered with corpses of both enemies and Aeternum crew alike, all around the ship countless dead bodies were floating on top of the w

They had spent the night scouting the northern coastal ridges, and the report they brought was not one of peace. "The ghost ships are real, Dad," Leo reported, his voice a deep and resonant rumble that made the obsidian beneath his paws vibrate. "They aren't made of wood or steel. They are massive shards of black ice: floating graveyards that move against the current. We counted three of them drifting toward our perimeter before we had to pull back.". "They are carrying the Void Howl into the water," Toby added, his kinetic energy nearly breaking the sound barrier as he paced the pier. "The resonance near the shore is already starting to turn grey. It feels like the ocean is trying to hold i

well, because that place gave him bad vibes, period. Afterward he couldn’t find another job. With rent and utilities due, he’d gotten desperate. Inspiration struck one day when he saw an old ‘93 Dodge Caravan creeping around town on garbage day, stopping at curbs, the driver getting out and sifting through the junk left for trash pickup. He’d been looking for anything metal. Scrap metal to turn into Greene’s. Bobby thought maybe he could score some scrap metal and turn it in, somehow collect enough cash to help him squeak through the month. So the following Wednesday night he got into his beat-up Isuzu pickup and prowled the streets of Clifton Heights, looking for scrap metal. He passed that

and for that you will need a crew. Trevor: Wait, I will need papers... clearances. Bob: I have that covered; you just need to sign on the dotted line. Bob hands Trevor a file-case. The case contains two things; a blueprint for a star-carrier type ship, and a ship's core log. Bob: I am hiding The ITALICA in that... you name her using the core log. Trevor: Six subparts that hide a battle cruiser... detachable and can fly alone when needed.

My whole being trembled violently as the pressure building within me promised to extinguish everything. Zayn Dawson What use was having a $750k yacht when it was somewhere at the bottom of the ocean? Whose bright idea was to have a 3 days boat cruise on my luxury yacht to celebrate my birthday? I tried to remember but everything was still fuzzy. The only thing that was sure to me was the shipwreck last night and how I had somehow miraculously found myself on this island. It looked deserted. Small waves washed shells and debris to the pale sand. Fuck! This was just what I needed. Another fucking disaster.

That was when the alarm sounded and the Vamoos knew something was after him. * * * Jyro tried one of the chairs, discovered that it was uncomfortable, and chose to stand. There was nothing to see at first except the thick, swirling clouds. They were yellow and appeared rather dense. The deck tilted, he grabbed a chair back for support, and saw a flash of what? Metal? The scout turned toward the right, and the clouds parted to reveal a ship. A strange ship consisting of clustered cylinders and supply outriggers. Now the prospector understood. The Sham vessel needed fuel... And was about to take it.

Its six hard-light wings had been brutally torn apart by some terrifying force, and dark violet slime was frozen into eerie ice crystals in the vacuum of space. "My God..." Kael gasped. "Even these 'gods' were killed by that purple energy?" "Don't stare at it, kid. Focus on the mission," Jack ordered. [Scavengers in the Dark] Minutes later, they finally locked onto the signal source. Hidden between two massive, canyon-like chunks of a shattered golden warship was an incredibly dilapidated vessel. It completely lacked the perfect, symmetrical geometry of the Creators. Instead, it looked like a metal Frankenstein, crudely cobbled together from the parts of various different ships. The hull was

“Yeah, still here. Hold up—I’ve got the mainsail.” Under the scorched fold, a shape caught her eye—blackened, melted, wrong. A flipper. Her breath stuttered. “Jo, what are you doing?” Gabe snapped. “Are you even listening?” “The whirlpool isn’t doing anything,” she said, distracted, reaching. Tim swept along the keel and stopped dead. Half-buried under scorched cloth and rope sat a bronze shard, heavy with age, edges jagged where something had broken it. “Hey, Jo. I found something.”

She reached the pier just as a jagged, blackened sphere broke the surface of the cove. The Abyssal Sabotage looked like a "Recycled" scrap heap. The titanium was scorched, the porthole spider-webbed with "Tension" cracks, and the "Manual" ballast tanks were venting a final, "Low-Frequency" hiss of defeat. The Human Error of Survival The hatch groaned open, and a cloud of "Analog" steam billowed out.

the stepbrother released the smoke of the cigarette from his mouth. She was gradually calm in a second. He was right after all... they had seen the times tougher than this. And her panic was useless. "Pablo, take me to the shipment cargo," she said in a loud voice. Giovanni gave a sign to the rest of the men and they grabbed the extra ammo and went out. On the shore, the cargo ship stood under the starry night with the cool breeze blowing. While all of them were standing in the area, Diego and Rodgiro ran towards them and spoke, "Boss... Don... there's a sign drawn on the wall," Blair and Giovanni looked at each other unaware and strode inside the cargo ship.