Izumo Destroyer Novelas e Histórias

A day had passed. Somewhere deep in Azurath, Viggo was speeding across the terrain on his Ghostgator when a massive shadow loomed ahead—a Destroyer-class spaceship had appeared directly in his path. "So I couldn't shake them after all," Viggo muttered. He didn't seem all that surprised. He'd already blasted over a dozen Ruin Order ships on the way here and had changed course more times than he could count. But this beast showing up meant their main force had finally caught up.

Videl.. The crossing felt like driving into the mouth of a storm that refused to break. The amphibious Breakers—low-profile, heavy-armored vessels designed for stealth—cut through the black water of the channel with a predatory hum. Inside the lead vehicle, the air was pressurized and silent, save for the rhythmic clicking of Oliver’s keyboard. For thirteen years, this stretch of ocean had been a graveyard. The energy field used to scramble navigation systems and shut down engines, leaving anyone who tried to cross to drown in the dark.

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

The command center of the Zumwalt-class destroyer was instantly bathed in a rhythmic, violent crimson. Every flat-panel display, every tactical terminal, and every holographic projection turned blood-red simultaneously. The high-pitched shriek of the proximity alarms was so piercing it felt like it was carving through the ear drums of everyone present.

The black horizon of the Pacific didn’t just rumble; it bled. Through the dense, wet curtains of the harbor fog, the silhouette of *The Leviathan* materialized like a prehistoric leviathan cut from matte-black steel. The naval destroyer sat three miles out, a ghost ship commissioned by the absolute peak of corporate desperation, its heavy forward cannons slowly rotating toward the coordinates of the free port of Blackridge. They weren't here to negotiate an asset recovery. They were here to execute a scorched-earth liquidation.

"If someone has figured out how to bridge the Hecate Strait without a frequency, they aren't coming for trade." ​"Look," Elara whispered, pointing toward the mist. ​Through the grey shroud of the morning fog, a silhouette emerged. It wasn't a sleek Continuum needle or a bulky GSC transport. It was a massive, rusted hulk of a pre-Reset destroyer, its hull patched with scrap metal and powered by huge, soot-belching coal furnaces. It moved like a ghost from the 1940s, a primitive, clanking monster of iron.

Aika: Retrieve successful! Yesha appears on the bridge of her ship. The DJS Light of the Grey is a heavy destroyer fully crewed with 60 men and women supporting The Directive Dimensional Fleet. A common design of the heavy destroyer ships of The Directive is having almost the same schematics as a battle cruiser stripped of the missile and torpedo pods. A destroyer degrades further with the removal of the railgun. Both types of destroyers have a tonnage or 200000 tons.

The destroyer itself was created by the de Jardins, specifically by their official ship manufacturing branch of the family, NeutroDrive Galactic. And although she was technically a destroyer-class ship, she wasn’t nearly as heavily armed as a military destroyer. She still had a good amount of turrets and gun emplacements - ten on each of her broadsides - but far less missile pods and AA mounts than normal. This was simply because of the ship’s expanded hangar bays, which were inset above and below the ship itself. Each one was large enough to hold a dozen mecha and a dozen fighters each, which was more than enough for their current complement.

“Yes!” A dozen speedboats from behind followed Kenzo. On top of each speedboat sat two samurai with Katana hanging from their waists. These samurai appeared rather imposing. More than a dozen speed boats sailed with the full speed toward Tyr Summers’s ship. When he approached the bottom of the ship, Kenzo narrowed his eyes. Then, he looked up at the deck of the ship. He stomped with a single foot. The speedboat beneath his feet immediately sank, and then Kenzo jumped up with the aid of the rope. He walked as though he was flying. He managed to land on the deck with just a few leaps.