Nuzi Ship Novels & Stories

“Its still projecting it’s Mercer permit. Ryder copied the information and put in on their network, they all grabbed their comms out to look at it. Mia moved closer to look on Jays device. “Benny can you look into the company who owns the vessel and what freight it carries. He sat in a chair Infront of one of the ships monitors and connected his comm to it and began his research. “The ship is owned by the Fuju Company its base is in Ziion city, it’s the largest traders of fruit and vegetables and has regular routes between Ziion, Mercer, Stella and Viv.” “Why would it have a tracker in it?” Jay asked “Kat can you go back to Ziion, see if any other markers belong to the Fuju Company or if it’

Because, in terms of talent and cultivation, Zi Cheng was still the best of the other children in the Zi family. Just as they were approaching the middle of the ocean, their ship suddenly became de-energized and fell down from the sky. "What happened?" "Young master hold on." Elder Ji shouted holding onto Zi Cheng. BAAAMMM... The ship hit the ground hard, and shattered the ground beneath it. It was because of the shield that the ship was able to survive the damage and destruction of the ship. Swisshh... "Elder Hong?" "Elder Ji, prepare to take the young master away from here." The first command that came out of Elder Hong's mouth made Zi Cheng and Elder Ji surprised.

Glossary: Immo = yes *~~~* Kenzie could see the home ship from her seat at the window as they approached it. It was massive. She got up and made her way over to the window, feeling much like a child outside of a toy store with her face stuck to it. In the back of her mind, she already knew that she would forever stay lost, due to its size. Leaving the dining room, Kenzie made her way to the control room and stood beside Viper.

The water is black because death paid a visit and so far, the water has lost the war in returning itself blue. I rub my arms as we walk the long deck between gargantuan ghost ships, searching for Nokita. "Over here," he yells after we've walked at least a mile, though that might be an exaggeration. We locate him or more accurately, he locates us from a mid-sized enclosed bay where he's working on what must be the smaller sub. He sticks his head forward and outside the glass dome. "She's almost ready." I peer at the dented chunk of metal that's seen better days and then into the black water surrounding it. "How close?"

The blue ship didn't fall; it remained suspended, its cedar hull resting on a sea of pure, unwritten text that stretched out into a third horizon where the light wasn't amber or violet, but the brilliant, blinding gold of an early morning sun. Standing on the white horizon directly ahead of our bow, waiting for us at the very top of the new page, was a single, massive iron milestone. And carved into the metal, in a raw, un-optimized hand that had been written with a simple piece of charcoal, was the first line of our new destination: "VOLUME 10, PAGE 1: THE REGISTRATION OF THE REMAINING CORES." From the deck of the blue ship, Mia looked up at the new sky, her small hand reaching out to catch

"I do not just help the healthy. I stop the sickness." She grabbed the green jar. She put her moms jar inside her shirt against her heart. She wrapped her arms around all of them. "Benson can you fly this thing?" June asked. "I can aim it " the blue ghost said. He moved to the pilots chair. ". June... There are no wheels. This ship was not built to come." The ship fell fast towards the coast of Akwa Ibom. June watched the grey Earth getting closer and closer. She saw the ruins of the Ark. She saw the thousands of people standing in the dust. They were looking at the sky.

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.

No more games. I grinned without mirth. "You have some information I need. Speak quickly and you may yet breathe a while longer." Zane squirmed but my grip only tightened. He read truth in my eyes—this ended in cooperation or death. "Th-the shipyards. Containers ninety-six to one-fifteen," he stammered. I nodded, satisfied it matched intelligence from other sources. Zane shrank as my smile widened. "Very good. Time to take a little trip now." I could practically smell the fear rolling off him as we escorted his trembling form into the night. Whether or not he survived the coming hours depended on what other useful details shook loose.

"You’re wondering where they got the blueprint." She didn’t say it. She just nodded. The morning after, Seraphina walked through the northern patrol yard. Guards lined up for briefings. She sat with Matteo, scrolling through the Aurora files on her secure pad. A seventh color blinked—faded olive—mapped in Tunisia, meant for grain silos. “Icelandic passage?” Matteo asked. She tapped a vessel name. “RV Meridian. Came through Malta, stayed fifteen hours.” Ghost vessel. No flag. No cargo trace. But her eyes, trained in the weeks since Adriana’s end and the Kotor betrayal, caught a small symbol—an Aurora silver phoenix etched faintly near the bridge controls.

Vorga stood up to pay the tea vendor. "Where do you live now?" Nimuel asked. "A smaller boat. I feel like it has more space than I actually need for myself." "And your old place is where?" Aelanor asked. "Well, its a little farther down, but you can see it from here." She pointed to the mast of a ship that was visible behind all the boats. "It looks...huge." Pylaeius commented. "It is. Its the largest boat we looted." Vorga replied.