Klance Ship Novels & Stories

One of his subordinates dashed to the base and reported what they had seen to Clifford and the others. After a while, a large group of people ran out of the base. When they saw several big ships appearing on the river, their nerves instantly tightened. “Whose ships are those?” Clifford frowned. His heart thumped wildly as he gazed at those massive ships. “It’s the East clan!” Juan exclaimed as he took out a telescope and saw the fluttering flag at the top of the leading ship’s mast. “East clan?” Everyone looked at Juan in disbelief. “Are you sure it’s the East clan?”

“I don’t know the specific details, but the largest ship factory in Southwest has also received an order from Northwest’s Battle Warrior Zero requesting for a large number of battleships. It seems that they’re setting sail somewhere.” “What?” Gracia raised her head and expressed her astonishment. “The number of machinery ordered by Battle Warrior Gale is too high. We may not have enough to complete the order even if we were to take out all of our company’s inventory. I’ll have to figure out what they’re trying to do first.” “Winnie, get me Mr. Colton from Southwest Ship Factory.” “Yes, ma’am.” The female secretary picked up the phone on the table and dialed a series of numbers before she pas

Lazarus Within ten minutes our assault ships had deployed and were now circulaiting the Vorian. We had yet to gain visuals on the unidentified ship. Everyone was on high alert if we infact needed to engage. “The ship is identified. It’s a Galdrian ship, the Nibor.” Kurn exclaims. Fuck! What is he doing here? The ship belongs to my cousin Garon. After my father and Garons father fell out some fifteen years ago, Garon has made a fine career as a pirate and terrorist.

In the center sat a hulking, silver-hulled transport ship—a Legacy Asset from the era before the Dragons disappeared. Vance was standing at the primary fuel terminal, the silver tuning fork in his hand. He wasn't trying to steal the ship. He was trying to Delete the Fuel Map. "Stop, Vance!" Xander’s voice echoed through the hangar like a physical strike. The Grand Elder turned slowly. He looked older, more haggard, but his eyes were burning with the zeal of a man who believed he was the only one left to save the "Original Version" of his race.

His right arm, encased in heavy white surgical plaster, throbbed with a burning, rhythmic agony inside its silk sling. Yes, Mr. Vance! The Vance Monarch, the Vance Sovereign, and the Vance Titan have all completely bypassed the southern straits, Harris, the chief logistics director, yelled back as he slammed his hands onto his keyboard. We went completely dark on the main maritime grid. We are entirely outside of Damian Thorne's primary shipping territory!

"The Vance family’s main commercial shipping line, Vance Marine. They currently control forty percent of the coastal cargo contracts for Knight Power Holdings." I opened the folder, my eyes scanning the logistics data and supply chain diagrams. "Elena’s family uses those specific shipping contracts as the primary collateral for their bank loans. If they lose the Knight shipping exclusive, their corporate credit lines will default within thirty days, and the banks will seize their fleet."

[The Cradle of Shadows] The Vane interceptor groaned as it banked sharply away from the Highlands Vault, its thrusters screaming in protest against the manual override. Below them, the fleet of black gunships—Lucien’s personal hounds—scattered like startled crows, their formation broken by the sudden, erratic maneuver of the courier ship.

She gave me a long, hard look before turning around and rounding the last container until we reached the other side. "Is that your ship?" I couldn't help but ask. "Yes, that's my baby," She said. "I call her Princella. She's cute, but she can fire torpedoes. It was a pricey update, but it was totally worth it." "Wow," Was all I could say as I glanced at the ship. It looked pretty unassuming. "So, can I see my servers now-" I stopped as I turned the corner of the last container. Adeline was already inside it, waiting for me.

Seeing that Thalassa was also waiting for her to speak, Luisa’s mind raced to come up with something. “Oh, it’s nothing major. Just a minor issue with our shipments to Europe. Logistics is having a few delays.” Thalassa frowned. “But I thought that problem was already sorted out?” Luisa’s pulse quickened. Clark’s eyes were still on her, watching closely. “Uh, yes, but not all of it. It’s just a small thing. Nothing to worry about.” Clark leaned back in his chair, his smile still firmly in place. “Oh, I’m glad to hear that it isn’t anything major, but I know a few shipping companies I trust, so if those minor issues aren’t resolved soon, just let me know.”

It always felt better to be around his kind. They parted ways respectfully, and as Kyle walked down the middle, they closed up the alley way again. Kyle approached the rear of the ship, hidden from the public. Several more of his kind stood by it, and when they saw him approaching, they immediately got to work. They lowered a huge ramp in the side of the hull, and began to wheel down an immense carton, boxed up in plywood. Ten men rolled the massive carton slowly down the ramp, down to the cobblestone sidewalk. Kyle came up to it.