Kirishima/ships Novels & Stories

It didn't matter to her since she figured that most of them were given new identification codes so no one would know of their previous owners. She walked by a separate hanger and looked at the number and saw that she had come to the hanger bay Levi had told her about earlier. As she walked in her jaw dropped in awe of the ship, she would be traveling in. It wasn't like the others she had seen. It had a very sleek design, but was still massive. She noticed that it was designed for combat above all things; it had twin plasma cannons on the front and sides. After taking in the size of the vessel she looked around for her pilot. There were several soldiers posted around the ship and technicians

"It's been a long time I haven't heard anything from you!" The burly man bowed respectfully to his superiors, he then informed her of the important information he had just received from the ocean. “A medium-sized ship is sailing into Haidao waters. Although boarding a ship with the flag of the country of Shamo, according to the news I received, the ship was boarded by a youth from the Sanzu alliance who had just won the war at Yin Mimi Bay," the burly soldier reported to a group of people who were having a tea party in the banquet hall. .

Sophia pointed at the display. “The carrier is still operational.” Victor confirmed the reading. “It’s damaged… but still moving.” Emma whispered, “That’s impossible.” Victor shook his head. “It’s not a normal warship.” Lewis stared at the radar signal. The carrier had slowed, but it was still descending. Daniel cursed. “You’re telling me five missile hits didn’t kill it?” Sophia spoke quietly. “That’s the Leviathan-class.” Lewis frowned. “Leviathan?” Sophia nodded. “The Covenant’s most advanced deep-sea assault platform.”

Rhina abruptly interrupted. “At the harbor? Hmm, that’s strange, I thought it was abandoned!” Ishida replied. What she saw was a formidable fleet of warships anchored at the previously abandoned port. They were battleships— humongous floating fortresses with dozens of guns pointed towards the sky. Then, without any warning, the battleships’ anti-aircraft guns opened fire. They seemed to be aiming for the tiny red biplane in the sky. Pom-pom-pom-pom-pom!

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.

The cutter glitts like a shadow through the narrow rock gaps. Asteria The ship was bigger than Mara first thought. No fishing boat. More like an old Supply cutter, rebuilt, with high construction and rusty steel sides. On Deck burned no light, only at the control house something weak that called the on the side wall briefly made visible. Asteria. Mara couldn't turn off the look. She felt a single thought stuck in her: When this ship came here regularly, someone never had this island