Honkai: Star Rail Train Novels & Stories

It looks like the spare carriage is hidden somewhere. The officer then announced that the passengers who took the Certajava train from Goobank Station to Tawang Station, the ticket money would be refunded 50 percent at Pasar Senen Station. The faces that had been restless, now suddenly brightened. The eyes sparkled and the lips parted. In the belly of the cabin, sorry, I mean the carriage, my mind then wanders. You see, I think the railroad company has channeled its frustration positively. "Then, who are the 'persons' who dare to convince the railway company? Who on earth got the railroad company back on the right track?” I asked.

A female staff member pointed to her computer screen and exclaimed excitedly, "A drone spotted a train traveling at high speed along the train tracks toward the city. It's going to crash if we don't allow it access" Gracia urgently asked, "Who's operating the train? Are there people on board?" "All of Navia’s trains are equipped for autonomous operation. We've provided the train with maps and rail routes, so they can operate autonomously without a signal. Monsters would know how to operate the train, so I'm sure there are people inside." Gracia then picked up her communicator and said, "Godking, this is Communications. Please respond." Remy, who was outside the city walls leading a team to c

Our footsteps echoed slightly. “Luck is on our side, Carl. There’s a train already here.” As the door behind us automatically resealed itself noisily, I focused on the red train in front of us. It looked like a high speed magnetic train one might find in Japan or Europe, not some American Amtrak passenger train. There were six train cars. The first five looked unoccupied. The sixth car looked very full. “Don’t stare at the occupants of the rear car, Carl. Try to walk as normally as you can and pretend you’re not injured. It is important that you and I look as nonchalant as possible.”

“You must be Master Aram! I’d recognize you anywhere. A pleasure to meet you, sir.” “Likewise,” Master Aram shook his hand. “I would like three high-speed train tickets to Rexia Castellum Station, please.” “That would be twenty bronze coins, sir,” “Here,” “Thank you very much, sir, and have a pleasant trip!” Ishida stared in wonder at the futuristic-looking high-speed trains coming in and out of the railway station. They were much newer and cleaner than the steam locomotives and other trains. Surprisingly, very few people boarded the high-speed trains, but the steam locomotives were filled to the brim with passengers.

Weylin shouted from the cabin. The whole train wobbled as it rose off its magnetic rails. The coils of the engine charged with a distinct warble. From outside, red lights flashed and sirens blared with an ear-piercing sear. Jack clapped his hand over his ears and tried to peer past the painted figures at the windows.

[Hazel] The hidden train carrying us from the station at Devil’s Ridge, just beyond Moon River City, to the coastal town of Crescent City, moves swiftly, faster than any monorail on the surface. Even the elegant train in Moon River City, the most sophisticated civilian transport in the west, feels slow compared to the rapid movement of this 50-year-old rail system. According to Dan, our pilot, it had been built in secret by a group of loyal engineers and capable soldiers using the best available to wolfkind.

Chapter 78: The Intermodal Junction The storm that had been building over the northern ridge finally broke, pouring rain over the steel tracks of the Montreal rail spur. Avery stood under the metal overhang of the control tower, her hands in her denim overalls pockets. The cold rain blew across her face. Her eyes stayed fixed on the huge intermodal train rolling onto the Thorne-Sterling mainline. Every railcar was locked in place with clamps and their transponders flashing green through the rain.

"The two timelines have collapsed into a single consensus reality. The cage is gone, but the memories of the cage remain." A sudden sound shattered the morning silence—the distant, echoing blast of a train horn down in the valley. It wasn't the sleek, magnetic-levitation transports used by Chronomos logistics, but the distinct, rhythmic chug-chug of a traditional steam-powered locomotive moving along the historic Kalka-Shimla toy train track.

The carriage was half-full, filled with the faint murmur of strangers’ conversations and the rhythmic clack-clack of the wheels against the rails. No one from their group spoke. Kieran sat by the window, his gaze fixed on the blur of passing buildings. Brock had his phone out, scrolling aimlessly, his brow furrowed in a faint scowl. Tanaka slouched low in his seat, hood up, earphones in but no music playing; it was just an excuse not to talk because if he did, he would start to throw hands. Roy leaned back against the seat, eyes half-lidded, as if the motion of the train were enough to lull him into a trance. He didn’t feel the need to fill the silence. If anything, he preferred it.

Then, deep down the track, a low vibration hums through the ground. The gravel beneath my feet shakes. A blinding beam of yellow light cuts through the heavy fog ahead. HONK! A massive freight train roars down the line, its steel wheels grinding against the iron rails with a deafening screech, throwing sparks into the air. And right there, fifty yards ahead in the center of the tracks—illuminated by the blinding train headlight— A figure tied to an iron rail tie. Small, frail, with matted grey hair hanging over her face.