Moor Ship の小説・ストーリー

We were horribly outnumbered. "He is bringing the dreadnoughts too," Kaelen added grimly. He pointed a shaking finger toward the center of the golden line. Massive, towering silhouettes were beginning to materialize through the ocean mist. They were Aurelian siege ships, coated entirely in heavy gold plating. They moved slowly, crushing the thick ice floes beneath their massive reinforced hulls.

“Both of you. You know that, right? D.C. saw a Hollow army kneel to a woman. They’ll nuke the site by morning.” “Shut him up,” I tell Cove. Cove smiles. Walks over. Picks up Alistair’s heart. Doesn’t rip it out. Just holds his hand over the chest. Alistair screams. “Stop,” I say. Cove stops. “You said shut him up. Not kill.” “Good boy,” I say. The words taste like ash. Moira pushes to her feet. “Well. That was fun. So. Plan? Three vessels down. Four to go. Tree’s hungry. D.C.’s angry. Your Mate’s leaving. What’s the play, daughter?”

"Kaelor, look at the signatures of the ships above." "What am I looking at?" "They aren't Aethelgard ships. Those are Navia hulls. Steam-engines and salvaged iron." Aradaa’s heart sank. "It’s the humans. A 'New Republic.' They aren't trying to claim the ship... they’re trying to kill the 'Beast in the Deep.' They’re afraid of us." "Those are our people!" Kaelor shouted. "Why are they dropping fire on our heads?" A new signal pulsed on the sonar—a familiar, sharp encryption.