Legacy-class Star Destroyer Novels & Stories

"The Legacy isn't built on truth; it’s built on the image of perfection. You came back from that island a hero, a survivor. But now?" ​The lawyer paused, his eyes shifting toward the door. He had seen my shadow. He looked at me, his gaze analytical and cold, then turned back to Luke with a final, devastating warning. ​"This is bad, Luke. You will lose the legacy if I am guessing it right." Luke’s head snapped up. "What is that supposed to mean?" "You know exactly what I mean, kid."

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.

In fact, Felix guessed that Holly was stronger than Lyle. But Felix didn't know Holly too well, so how could he trust her? Besides, he even took measures to get Jerry to meet Holly before returning to Earth. If he truly got into trouble, Holly would be one of the main suspects. After getting on the Black Star-class spaceship, Felix pointed at an extremely large silver spaceship. "What is that?" he asked curiously. "That's a Destroyer-class spaceship. It's equipped with a cannon that can destroy a planet with one shot," Yvian explained.

Thank you so much for reading thus far! Dorin and the rest of the gang will be back in Phasma Phase 5 :D . The faces in the dark have all been unmasked, and the secretive Erian aka Elazar Ravante the Silver Tongue has gone to gods know where. Dorin, on the other hand, is much too busy having fun in the university to bother about such things. After all, there's so much he wants to learrn, even when he gets stuck inside the walled city during summer while his friends go home to visit their families.

I smirked. I turned back to the gun collection picking and choosing our favourites, "Autocannon, Bolt Pistol, Lasgun, Pulse Rifle, Lancer Pistol and lastly, for you Jack, a heavy bolter." I walked back to the table where the hologram was displayed. "Vehicles, the Rezvani Tank, Telsla Model S and lastly, Lexus Black Panther," Tyler stated.

I grinned. "You always know how to make an entrance, Lucas," I grinned. "Let's just hope everyone else liked it enough not to shoot me down," Lucas replied. The blur slowed ahead of me, dropping back until it kept pace just in front of my running mech. The camouflage layer on its hull faded, leaving the dropship's sleek grey shape fully visible. The ship was sleek, but in no way small-it was easily the length of a football field in scale. The structure resembled a massive, wingless airplane, screaming along on four nuclear-powered thrusters that kept it aloft. White block letters adorned its side, giving it a numerical designation: Dropship 13.

Just now, David's method of restraining them was indeed a bit overwhelming. When he was back here, his confidence began to rise again. The Octagon was the product of the Milky Way Empire, the most powerful in Stella Civilization Galaxy. The body of the ship was made of tough silver immersed iron. Meanwhile, its casting technology was also the most advanced in the Milky Way Empire. It could be described as both an offensive and defensive tool. Not only could it emit powerful laser energy cannons, but it could also withstand even the attacks of Planet Rankers while on the defense.

​The Vane’s Legacy II didn't just drift anymore; it resonated. ​Following the liberation of the Sombrero-Core, the ship’s hull had taken on a new texture, a shimmering, pearlescent obsidian that seemed to pull light from the surrounding stars and store it in the "Aether-Veins." Kaelen Vane stood at the center of the bridge, his hands folded behind his back, looking out at the "Great Dark", the massive, empty expanse between the Sombrero Galaxy and the Whirlpool Nebula.

Legacy lives—lead them, shine! Kevin Talon stood beside her, claws retracted, his pine-and-smoke scent a steady anchor, forearm scar faint under his loose linen shirt. His dark hair was tied back, amber eyes warm, locked on Sam—Mara’s jests, Jasper’s warmth, Lila’s sketches. Love was his core—Sam safe, the pack whole—the Veil’s ashes a victory, her fire his star. His claw mark tattoo pulsed red, a vow binding him to her. Shade, his wolf, growled low, content, his black-and-red form resting, eyes soft. She’s fire, pup. Legacy holds—love her, stand!

A lucky few passed in their sleep. What will my fate be? The officer wondered. The horn sounded, thousands of feet padded through the ark's labyrinthine passageways, and the stars wheeled above. * * * Legion out post NB-23-11E had been a spaceship once, but those days were more than forty years in the past, when thousands of vessels had been decommissioned after the second Dodvalian war. Many had been scrapped, or sold into civilian service, but not the DE-504, an honorable hull that had seen action off Byron and been credited with seven kills.