I Woke Up Piloting The Strongest Starship Novels & Stories

He believed that he wasn't capable of winning. "Why is your dad so persistent that you awaken prime before you ascend? My heart pounded in my chest and my entire body became hot. My palms were slippery, moistened with sweat. Cassian sighed. "He believes that if I face Prime before he is at his strongest then we might come together on our own. He thinks that prime and I will voluntarily become one," he said with a scoff.

Everyone in the control room of the Milky Way Battleship, including Nine and Ione and the operators of the ship, burst into laughter. That was definitely the funniest joke they had heard in their lives. Indigenous people were indigenous people. Even if they reached Stellar Rank through alternative means, it still could not change their mindset. Everyone was equal, and no one was superior nor inferior to the other. What a joke! How would people be equal in this world where the strong were respected, and a powerful person could destroy countless gnats with a wave of his hand? As long as one could reach a certain level of strength, they could even be the master of the Milky Way and would be rev

Xiao Chen watched as all the troops from the dark star turned into dark stars, and for some reason, the black light was clearly aimed at him. He couldn't let that happen; if a huge explosion occurred here, not only would he be gone, but all life in the city would be wiped out by the attack. But Xiao Chen had no way to stop the leader of the dark star, and that was when he remembered the egg he had with him. Xiao Chen took out the egg and spoke softly to it, which felt alive.

She broadcast a single command, using the psychic frequency she learned in Paris: [ AWAKEN. HUMMMMMMM. A low, deep frequency rolled through the desert, a vibration that felt like the planet itself was purring. The Glass Sea around them suddenly began to glow with a soft, cyan light. The sand around the buried starship fell away as massive, hidden anti-gravity repulsors activated for the first time in five million years. The ship wasn't waking up to fight. It was waking up to forge.

Because she was Jasmina Lesvendstrong. Alpha Supreme of the Strong Black Clan. And she didn't surrender. Not to threats. Not to fear. Not to seventy-year-old Alphas who thought tradition mattered more than truth. Dawn broke. Combat day had arrived. And she was ready. As ready as she'd ever be.

Kylie nodded her head in understanding, seemingly seeing just how impressive this was. “No. Actually, you aren’t. You may be someone of talent, but no one just becomes a 1 Star Warrior by awakening. Even Galbraith who is a 7 Star Warrior with immeasurable talent did not awaken with such strength - and he was someone nicknamed the Beast of Strength when he was young! No one has ever experienced immediate power ” Davies shook his head and shattered Kylie’s bubble of pride. It was almost as if he was saying ‘Get off your high horse you twart.”

It was extremely high-tech. "Glad you came in here, you can copilot with me," Alhan said firmly as he came into the room and added,"I'm certain that you've flown before." I told him I had but nothing so advanced. We both got settled and Alhan flew his large ship off the strange planet and we hovered in space. "Isn't your mother going to be furious at you for running away," I mumbled softly and he chuckled.

I imagined it was meant to look menacing, but it just made him look like a curious puppy. “No,” I said, tilting my own head in a parody of him. “Because I’m a Young Luna. I’m the strongest fighter in the Blue Moon Pack. I don’t need his protection. I can defend myself.” “Sure.” Nazte smirked. I wanted to rip his smug blue eyes from his stupid pale face.

I said. I didn't wait for his argument. I kicked him toward the pods and slammed the manual override. The pods shot out into the gray morning air, parachutes blooming like white flowers. I was alone on the bridge. The ships above were turning, their weapons charging for a final strike on the wreck. I sat in the silver throne and gripped the controls, the metal burning my skin. I looked out the shattered window at the mountain. I could see the violet glow of the peak, a beacon of everything I loved.

Instantly, I’m filled with this amazing feeling. I feel calm. Cool. In control. I nod. “I’m ready.” Valen stands at the commands, his hands going to the controls. He’s the more experienced pilot. He’s flown The Black Arrow all over the galaxy. This is natural to him. So he pilots the ship. I control the Neron. “Let’s go,” he says, pressing a control. The ship hums, instantly gently rising into the air, lifting off the ground. I’m flooded with a surge of power. It rolls through my body like a wave of goosebumps.