Pomni X Jax Ship Novels & Stories

Darius's eyes always found her. After hours of driving, they left the highway. The road got smaller. Cold air filled the car. The sea was close. Lisa could hear waves crashing far away. "We are almost at the shore," Jake said from the back. "My men know a private dock. Big ships there. We can take one fast." Darius nodded. "Good. We need to move quickly. The island won't wait." The cars turned onto a paved road by the water. A private marina came into view. Bright lights shone over the concrete docks. Large boats floated quietly on the dark water.

His old connections came in handy. “I want Morana and Nox in the basement before I arrive.” It took us about an hour to sail to the mainland after parking my jet on one of the Rim islands I owned in Xafran. I donned a black robe as I entered the beaming enchanted streets of the Pixie port. The port got its name from the overpopulation of pixies that lived in the clouds that hung over the stretch of the port.

The banners were dyed a deep, earthy saffron and embroidered with the Panni lotus. As the banners dropped, the air around the junks seemed to thicken. The sound of the steam-tugs' engines became muffled, a distant throb rather than a piercing roar. "The Panni Silks," Sato’s voice crackled through the megaphone, sounding frustrated for the first time. "Acoustic dampening. A primitive trick, Jinyan. It won't stop the harpoons." "It’s not meant to stop the harpoons, Uncle," Jinyan muttered. He looked at Panni. "I need you to take the skiff. There’s a channel behind the third junk. It leads to the Salt Marshes."

Report: Quinn The Mojave Desert. United States of America. Crash site of an Axion warship. Designation: "Project Terminus" Six-hundred meters. Five-hundred. Four. Three. Two. One. A jarring impact and a flash of sensors, the crackle of my comms. My HUD booted up with a hum. I frowned. After experiencing the Spartan's intuitive display, my command capsule no longer felt as impressive. This Valkyrie would have to suffice.

Ambassador Aethon's expression was pleasant as he said, "We've identified your ships as from Xanthea. We also have an alliance with King Raphael." I asked with interest, "How did you recognize our ships while they're cloaked?" He explained, "Your ships have a similar energy signature to ours, making them identifiable even when cloaked." He bowed slightly. "Ah, That explains it, I said feeling more at ease. "The ship beside us is Commander Rage of 'Phoenix Wrath', also from Xanthea. We're Earth's protectors and returned from Xanthea in time to prevent further damage. Thank you for your help. Nice to meet you, Ambassador Aethon." I nodded in a gesture of respect.

“But stronger. Sharper. Alive.” He tilted his head slightly. “Unlike your mother.” A soft knock echoed behind him. Lorenzo didn’t turn. “Enter.” One of his men stepped inside—Jax, the one-eyed enforcer. Half his face was covered in dark scars. “Boss,” Jax said, bowing respectfully. “The boat’s halfway across the water. ETA… five hours.” Lorenzo smiled, eyes never leaving the screens. “Good. And the men?” Jax smirked. “Nervous. They don’t know why you want her.”

"Alexander! Over here!" He turned to see a small, battered fishing skiff pulling up to the edge of the pier. Jax stood at the helm, his face illuminated by the glow of a dozen salvaged tablets strapped to the console. Beside him sat a portable server rack, the "Shadow-Shell" humming with a frantic, desperate energy. "Get in! Now!" Jax shouted.

His wasn’t as big as mine either. He wanted to hide it. He craved huge and eye-catching machines. His yacht provided the ability to wake to breathtaking sunrises over the enormous deck. Apparently, his was used to escape from emergency house bombings. Jax climbed up the stairs leading to the captain’s area and entered. Xavier remained at the helm, looking over maps. Every few seconds he looked forward out into the ocean as if a sea monster would appear and swallow us up. “Did she wake up?” Xavier asked.

I had just laid back down and got comfy when my door opened slightly and Jax poked his head in. “Come on in.” I motioned for him to close the door behind him. “I see you ate…all the food.” He chuckled. “You really going to stand there and acted surprised by the amount of food that I can eat?” I raised an eyebrow at him. “No. No sure ain’t. Think I’ve learned by now not to question that.” He laughed. “I came by to let you know that the last boat will be here in about a week. The second boat is on its way back and made it off the coast with no issues. It will take them a couple days to dock and get everyone off the ship and into hiding, and then they want to give it a couple more days to see i

Temujin screamed as he emerged from the hatch. He reflexively evaded a chain-shot whipping past him. Luckily, it missed both his face and their ship’s mast. Sasha was right behind him. “Sasha! Turn the hippocamps loose and get them out of here now!” “Aye, aye, cap’n!” Sasha shouted and ran Slayer-style to the bow of the ship and to the wheke rope that stretched taut to the sea horses’ yoke.