Kakamora Ship Novels & Stories

Kasey wasn't sure what kind of hell was awaiting them, but from looking up at the boat that was armored to the damn sails, she was sure it wasn't anything good. "Are you sure that thing can float?" Kasey questioned Shobek, her eyes looking over the long sharp spikes that peeked out of the water. "There are enchantments to keep it afloat." Shobek smiled as he watched Kasey look over the heavily armored ship they were to use. Mammon already talking to the captain who looked like he was ready to piss his pants.

KAMARA The shipyard district didn't just feel like another part of the city; it felt like another dimension. We had long since abandoned the SUV, parked five blocks back behind a row of rusted shipping containers that looked like they hadn't been moved since the seventies. Silas led the way, his hand never straying far from the hem of his jacket. He guided us into a narrow artery of the city known as the "Glass Graveyard." It was a stretch of residential high-rises that had been gutted by a massive fire years ago and never rebuilt.

Into his child. Finally, he nodded. “Then we go to them. On our terms.” The Mother Ship Mia pulled up the satellite feed again. The massive silhouette sliced through the Atlantic like a predator. It wasn’t a normal ship. Its structure was angular, brutal—an artificial island armored in plate metal and pulsing with internal energy. Cole stepped beside her. “That thing is the size of a small city.” “It’s worse,” Mia murmured. “It’s a floating fortress. A neural server. An AI womb.”

“Just look.” I frowned slightly before following his gaze. At first all I saw were cargo containers and workers moving around the docks. Then I noticed the black vans lined up near the far loading section. Too many of them. At least six. Maybe more parked farther back. Men moved quickly around the area, loading long wooden crates from a shipping container into the vans while armed guards stood nearby watching carefully. My expression hardened immediately. “What’s going on?” Peter’s voice lowered slightly. “Kagemoto Kazama is moving weapons.”

Kai By the time the ship draws near, it’s pretty clear that it’s Wyveronian. The flag’s stylized red dragon against the black background tells me as much, as does the ship’s name emblazoned on the side: Sea Flame. “At least they’re in human form,” Niko mumbles beside me. “Though, I’m pretty sure I can take ‘em regardless.” I exhale, turning to my Beta. “You’ve never once fought one of them. Hell, you’ve never even seen one of them shifted. Neither have I.”

All the guests were served something typical of their native cuisines, and, that being the case, some rather strange odors permeated the air. Sophie, who had worn nostril filters rather than run the risk of embarrassment, strove to ignore some of the more disturbing sights and sounds. Ishimoto-Six was pleasant to look at, so it was easy to do. * * * The Camouflage was one of the few Dodvalian vessels not quarantined in the home system. Built in secrecy beyond the Galaxy, and crewed by the offspring of veterans from the last war, the ship was loaded with long range sensors, highly specialized laboratory equipment, and the latest in stealth technology.

said High Djinn Moraa. “They are, and so is Sebastian Larameer,” said Emery. “I killed Blok Howar at a blood den this last December, along with the elf who was with him, but the one involved tonight wasn't there.” They had three transports. Given their size and the difficulty of maneuvering them in populated cities and tight spaces, the CMMA arranged for them to land in specific locations and for packs and families to pick up their members at given coordinates.

Finally, Elise said, “If Orion’s still floating, we need eyes on it. Otherwise, every move we make is blind.” Sophia nodded. “We find it. Carefully.” --- Camilo’s Pacific contacts located a fishing vessel willing to scout the coordinates. Two days later, grainy footage arrived: a massive ship, painted white, drifting as if abandoned. No lights. No visible crew.

None of us believe her. Today the sky is the kind of perfect blue that makes you suspicious—too calm after decades of storms. I’m in the server room, monitoring dark-web chatter while the little ones play outside. My daughter Amara (nine, already better at cracking weak encryption than I was at fifteen) bursts in. “Dad! Nonno Luca says come quick—there’s a boat!” I follow her out. Sure enough, a sleek white catamaran is anchoring just beyond the reef. No markings. No flag. But I recognize the silhouette on the bow before the tender even launches.

The camouflage function of the hover ship saved their lives. /Let's hope that it's satisfied with that./ "Follow it from a safe distance away." Naoko commanded once more.