Novel & Cerita Homestuck Ships

“Yeah, just trust me. I already know this world for a long time, and it is your mother’s creation anyway so let me remind you that she won’t create something that can hurt you.” “But I couldn’t stop thinking about the black hole…” As The8 was about to hush her, Asphalt and Code Nine jumped in as soon as the systematic door opened. Waggling their tails, they came forward with a news that made the other two halt, “The8, Xiao, the ship is under attack!”

“Captain!’ A shout from the crow nest came down the way. Jacob glanced forward and Claire squinted out over the helm to the open ocean; trying to see what Adam was seeing. She was confused as there was nothing there. The water was not pulling like they did when shallow water was coming, She glanced back at Adam going to yell back to him. Then it all happened so quickly. Another ship pulled up beside them. She was shocked. The ship came out of nowhere. She glanced at Jacob. Grappling hooks were starting to fly from the other ship, locking the ships together.

C​LAIR SH‌IPPING DE​CLARES 'H‍O⁠STILE INTENT'. "H‍e is⁠ hittin‌g us ev⁠erywher​e‌," Lore⁠nzo said. "He is burning down my wareho⁠use​s. H‍e is hijacking my ships. He i‍s‍ bleeding my‍ company dry." I looked up​, shocked. "Because of me?"⁠

Jack steered the pod past, picking up speed as he went. A huge ship appeared in front of them. Darts came and went. Jack pushed by, dipping underneath away from their turrets. More large ships appeared and finally one of theirs. The little pods looked like grapes on the side of the ship. The ship sent missiles out. Jack pushed the pod faster. He wasn't about to get caught in an explosion.

Memory became heat. Both ships folded inward without fire. Aaliyah swore so hard the command center's profanity filter gave up and filed a resignation notice. "Two ships lost," she said. "No debris. No explosion. Boss, they did not get destroyed. They got edited." Katherine was already moving, fingers flying through layered displays. "It removed interval distance. Structural separation collapsed into conceptual adjacency. It is not attacking mass. It is attacking the permission things have to be apart." The compass in Jack's hand burned so hot his palm blistered.

The ship was no longer a machine; it was a gargantuan, sleeping animal. ​“Mama, the ship is dreaming,” Liam said softly, his voice sounding hollow from exhaustion. He was pale, his gold light dim but steady, his eyes wide as he looked at a cluster of flowers that had sprouted from a secondary cooling vent. The blooms looked like spun glass, but they smelled like jasmine, crushed pine, and the specific scent of rain on hot pavement. “It doesn't want to be a weapon anymore. It wants to be a cradle.”

The ship, which Thomas had already named the Vane-Thorne, was a shimmering, iridescent teardrop of translucent stone, its hull pulsing with the same indigo-gold light as the Marianna Root. ​"It doesn't have an engine, Mama," Thomas said, his voice coming through the resonance-link. He was standing beneath the desert canopy, his hand resting on the growing hull. "It has a Core-Sync. It doesn't fight gravity; it rides the 'Resonance-Waves' between the Earth and the L1 Lagrange point. It’s a ship made of 'Presence.'"

felt quite strange to Long Chen. "Brother Du, do you think our ship can withstand the attacks of the beasts in this desert?" asked one of the sisters with curly hair. "Ho? Good question! At least their balls aren't at the heavenly king level, so this ship will still be safe!" Long Chen spoke casually and was a little proud of the ship he had built himself. So when the three women heard him speak, they couldn't help but look surprised. A ship at the heavenly king level? Doesn't that mean it's at the sacred artifact level? How rich!

He pushed against the lever making the steering chain give a CLANG that rattled the ship’s rudder post. The green light ahead did not fade. The wolves were no longer an army; they were a matrix of frozen bone and petrified timber that rose high into the sky. The ship’s green current traveled down the steering chain into the water and the wolves’ frozen eyes codified. The gray fur along the baseline began to flatten turning into two-dimensional columns of fine lines that mapped the frontier. The mountain wasn't resisting the ship. It was being invented as a default. "Elara...the hand...isn't Leo's..." a squeak vibrated through the wire under her tongue.

"Impossible. It's like having soup and dropping a piece of chicken gizzard into the soup—I might spend half an hour fishing it out and still end up unable to get it. Now think about this, a pot of soup is only so big, and you still can't fish something out from the bottom. How could their family hope to locate a single ship in the vast ocean? "Besides," he added with a smirk. "Every one of my ships is escorted by Ten Thousand Armies. Do they really think they can simply board and search my ships? That's nothing but a pipe dream."