Mars Chan 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.”

The marshal shook his head, tapping his left breast with a closed fist. “I’ve faced the bastards before, we’re far from their Groves but. I ain’t never seen carnage that… consummate. And I’ve fought the Skolic.” There was an uncomfortable sense of dread that hung in the hair, like the rumble of a distant storm. Or the gnawing weakness before a disease. The sensation bit around the Captain’s senses, prompting her to reach for her swords. “Unless I get an order from my commander to return, this little boat will be pushing to the Suha. Will that be all marshal?” The marshal let them through, signaling the watchmen that the voltiir’s vessel was cleared.

He looked down at me, a fiercely proud smirk returning to his lips. "Hell of a driving, Ghost," Dax said softly. "You didn't do so bad yourself, Pres," I smiled, leaning my head back against the chair, utterly exhausted. "Vanguard, do you copy? Mia! Steele!" my father's frantic voice suddenly burst over the restored comms channel, completely free of static. "We copy, Chen," Dax answered, hitting the broadcast button. "The Mariana Trench has officially been canceled. Send a couple of heavy scav-crawlers to the shoreline. We're going to need a tow back to the Ark."

Andre whispered to me. Roman cleared his throat and shot a look at Andre. “The Majestic is capable of covering 200 nautical miles per day.” “Nautical miles? Are those, like, fancy rich people miles?” Andre chuckled. Joemar smiled, too. Roman’s scowl was fierce. “I will be ignoring any and all comments from Ms. Melissa Villar from this point forward.” “Ah, lighten up,” Joemar said. “She’s only making jokes because she’s nervous.”

I replied. My hands start to shake as I anticipate the answer coming from the other line. "Your partner was in an accident. He's currently in the operating room right now. He came in a pretty critical condition so I suggest you come to see him as soon as possible." Melania said. Deafening silence suddenly filled the room. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I could hear Melanie calling my name on the other side of the line, but I couldn't respond. I finally snapped out of it and told Melanie that I'll be on my way. I ordered a cab, not trusting myself to drive, and rode to the hospital.

"If that engine cuts out completely, we're sitting ducks in the open water. We have two minutes before the tide pulls us right into the sniper's firing line." "What do we do?" I asked, my fingers digging into his arms through his wet jacket. "Martha," Dominic called out without looking away from me. "Can you clear the line?" "I need five minutes and a wrench!" Martha yelled back, her eyes fixed on the massive grey waves ahead. "And I can't leave this tiller or we flip!" "I'll clear it," Dominic said. He kissed me fast, hard, and desperate, his lips hot against mine. It lasted only two seconds, but it set my whole body on fire.