Rex Ship Novels & Stories

The thousands of blank, un-printed vellum sails above its decks billowed with our valley’s wind, their smooth surfaces free of lines, columns, or red ink. "That's not the Spire, Sara," Xander said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to rise directly from the pebbles beneath his feet. "Look at the draft of the hull. It's riding high. It’s not carrying a cargo of iron type-set or filing cabinets. It’s carrying empty space."

Marked coordinates that should not exist. Rex moved next to fishermen—men whose boats smelled of salt, blood, and secrets. He met them on docks slick with algae, paid them in cash that never touched banks. “Jets go down out there sometimes,” one muttered, spitting over the rail. “Nobody looks too hard. Currents push debris away from land.” “Which land?” Rex asked. The fisherman glanced around, then pointed at nothing. “The kind you don’t come back from.” That night, Rex crossed lines he once swore never to approach.

~Stargem: Rewrite~ Sephtis' fleet arrived at the Crimson Gate and joined the Blood Fleet. Right behind the legions of ships is the Excelente Class World Destroyer Ship. This ship is powered by four dark magic crystals and is 40,000 km in length (front to back), and has a height of 15-20,000 km. This monstrous ship has a large lazer barrel in front and as the name says, it can destroy worlds. This is only one of the 4 Excelente Class that serve as a flagship of the Forgotten Navy. The ship where Sephtis is, docks inside it and a man can be seen looking down from the hangar observatory deck wearing black robe with a golden sash.

"Once we step off this ship, everything becomes real." "It's already real," Amity replied, squeezing his fingers. "The ship was just our beginning, not our whole story." As they prepared to disembark, a ship's officer approached with an envelope bearing the Captain's seal. "Miss Jenkins, Mr Monroe, the Captain sends his compliments and this token of appreciation."

“The water drains away automatically wherever the ship passes!” Alex grabbed Bea and quickly dodged to the side. The speeding ship missed them by the skin of their teeth, and ripples brushed past their faces like blades in its wake. Alex clearly saw a large “Rouge” painted on the hull of this undersea cruise ship. Someone else was present in the Nine Yin Heavenly Ruin. Just as this thought crossed Alex’s mind, that ship stopped suddenly, swiftly reversed course, and stopped in front of the two people. Subsequently, several people came down from it.

​The Respiration didn't land so much as it anchored itself into the sea, its massive, barnacled hull groaning as it settled against the basalt pedestal of the spire. It was a Frankenstein of a ship—sections of sleek Sterling "White-Steel" welded to rusted industrial scavenge and draped in a hardy, vacuum-resistant strain of Whisper-Moss that glowed with a sickly, pale violet light.

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.

Above the dust and smoke, a swarm of automated gun-ships descended, their underslung rotary cannons spinning up with a terrifying, high-pitched whine. "Reaper! Sienna! Get them off us!" Dax yelled, swerving violently as a line of heavy caliber rounds chewed up the glass inches from his front tire. "I've got the angles, Prez!" Reaper called out. Reaper wasn't riding; he was standing in the passenger seat of my father’s Dreadnought-Crawler, his boots magnetically locked to the floorboards. He tracked the fast-moving gun-ships through his sniper scope, his breathing perfectly synced to the heavy, bouncing rhythm of the rig.