Renga Ship Novels & Stories

As for the size of the ship, the envoy did say that it was a former warship and is currently one of the few transportations capable of getting to the island. Cai Kang hugs everyone but notices that Kurai looking more unhappy than he does with his goodbyes. Nuying had to pat him down before he hugs her to death. When Cai Kang and Kurai got onto a large wooden ship. Their jaws are dropped at the mere sight of the interior. It is way too damn big. It has several floors and the lower floors even have spaces for cannons. This is a warship. In addition to that, the other passengers are the entire Nadeshiko squadron who are their protection unit. It makes up at least over fifty people.

He thought that he might not be able to memorize the passages that would lead him back to the village of Malam. Meanwhile, in the middle of lawless waters, a ship was sailing quite casually. The ship flies a flag with a painting of dry twigs and roots, which is the symbol of the land of Shamo. On the expanded part of the sail, an inscription was clearly displayed that read: Guichuan Ship. Unmistakably, it was the ship belonging to the noble Feng Yaoshan that Shen Shen had boarded with the Red Bat group. The ship's destination, of course, was law-free land across the Juda river. It was also there that the center of the Red Bat organization was located.

"The ship possesses over 40 turrets with two 250CM Rail cannons each, capable of firing anti-ship AP/HE shells and FLAK. in the bow we have six High-Calibre Railcannons capable of firing superdensity shells to take out armor. Enough to take out those red escorts at the relay." "It is an impressive amount of firepower you can field for a ship this size. Which brings me to the following subject." Ravensburg paused for a bit and took a very serious tone. "What is a ship of this firepower here, in this sector? I do not recall any people of your faction being present here, Commander." "That is a good question Mister Ravensburg. Sufficive to say, we were attacked by enemy forces, the Cylons." "I h

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.

As the grown-up talked, Rica looked at the ocean and felt amazed at the bluish ship that complemented the sky and waves. Soon, the Red family hopped onto the ship. With tickets that cost $91,000 per person, they were treated as the VVIP in the massive vehicle floating on the sea. The three reached the top. When Rica arrived at the main deck, where it was very shiny and exciting, she exclaimed, “This is magical and wonderful!” “I am glad you enjoy it, Miss Little Red,” the captain, who personally ushered them, said. Rica looked at him and giggled. “Mister, are you the owner of the ship? Because if you are, I must say you are amazing to own a big thing like this.”

Frowning slightly, Dante glanced at the beach and found no sign of Renee and Giovanna,so he rushed over. There was a reef forest 20 kilometers away from the coast, which would surface when the tide fell, making wonderful scenery on the sea. However, it became windy at sea all of a sudden, and the tide rose. It was detected by the monitoring at sea that a ship that went to the reef forest had an accident. Someone had called the police, and the rescue team was ready to go. Rumor had it that there were three people on that ship: two girls, and a local fisherman.

Although Peltratria laughed as he said that, he picked up the pace. As they got closer to the door, Chasm recognized this type of ship as a transport instead of any sort of fighting machine. Before he had a chance to get a good look at the carrier, a set of steps whooshed down to the ground. Rhylent walked up and into the vessel behind Norwell and Peltratria.

The ledger was gone. Elara was standing on the bow of a massive steam-transport ship that was cutting through the liquid ink waves of the southern harbor at twenty knots, her left arm still chained directly to the steam-pipe of the ship's boiler-room, her right arm no longer human; it had hardened back into a spike of raw bog-iron. Across the deck, the Regent held a steel lever that extended directly from the ship's primary steering gear. Rising from the water ahead of the ship's bow were the three-hundred-foot peaks of the western ridges. Not stone anymore but a massive wall of frozen gray wolves.