Kogitsune-maru Novels & Stories

After he finished speaking, the middle-aged man took out a token from his pocket and handed it to Marlee. Marlee quickly took the token with both hands and looked at it. The number 782 was written on it. In other words, her merchant ship was the 782nd ship in line. She had to wait for the 781 ships in front of her before it was her merchant ship’s turn. “Thank you, Sir!” Marlee bowed and thanked the middle-aged man. “I said you don’t have to be so polite. What’s your name?” The middle-aged man asked. “Sir, my name is Marlee Jung.”

Seeing that, Barlin beckoned to Cicero to buzz the research vessel with a distress signal on the intercom. Once a link was established, Cicero promptly cried, "SOS! SOS! JRC5990, this is Albert G7717. Our engine has lost power, and we're taking in water!" At the same time, aboard the Japanese research vessel with the IMO registration JRC5990, the watch officer quickly commed the ship captain, "Captain Sato! We have received a distress call from a vessel with IMO registration Albert G7717. It is about five nautical miles away, their engine is incapacitated and they're taking in water. Requesting instructions!"

As for the size of the ship, the envoy did say that it was a former warship and is currently one of the few transportations capable of getting to the island. Cai Kang hugs everyone but notices that Kurai looking more unhappy than he does with his goodbyes. Nuying had to pat him down before he hugs her to death. When Cai Kang and Kurai got onto a large wooden ship. Their jaws are dropped at the mere sight of the interior. It is way too damn big. It has several floors and the lower floors even have spaces for cannons. This is a warship. In addition to that, the other passengers are the entire Nadeshiko squadron who are their protection unit. It makes up at least over fifty people.

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.

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.”

She tells me everything that Amikat told her, and it's definitely something to worry about. "I think this person that Thanatos said he's sending coud be in relation to a new Vessel," Carmen hypothesizes. "But that also leaves one other question." She scans my face, and I think our thoughts are both going the same direction. Who exactly is Kat, and what's her role in all of this? Amikat's POV I've noticed a heightened ability in my senses as of late.

Dax asked, completely unfazed. "Worse," I said, my fingers flying over my keyboard as I decrypted a fresh packet of data pouring in from the coastal sensors. "The Ark in the Mariana Trench isn't an aerial fortress like Neo-Angeles. It's designated as Abyssal-One. It's a high-pressure, deep-sea manufacturing hub. And they aren't sending drop-ships." I hit a key, throwing the coastal radar onto the main holographic projector. The western coastline only thirty miles from our grounded crater was lighting up like a Christmas tree. But the signatures weren't in the sky. They were emerging from the ocean.

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Instead of asking questions like any normal person would, he only stares at me until I'm forced to speak first. "You know who I am so I won't beat around the bush. Marry me" "Out of all the things I thought you were going to say, that was at the bottom of the list" "Why else would you be here?" "I thought maybe Gambone was trying to recruit me again or he was going to threaten me to spy on your father. Not a marriage proposal. And by the way, the answer is no" "It wasn't a request, Diego. You will marry me this weekend but just on paper. It won't be a real marriage. You won't have the right to touch me or demand anything from me. Nod if you understand"

That morning, Yin Mimi Bay – which had looked calm and deserted a few days earlier, had now become crowded and noisy. The commotion at Yin Mimi Bay was triggered by Mao Mingzao's decision to get Louchuan out of his cage. Louchuan was a Caihong naval ship that served as a floating fortress and was usually the main ship in a war fleet.