Space Dandy Ship Novels & Stories

A quiet night passed. The next day, Dexter led the way and brought the group to the spatial ship’s dock. Although it was called a dock, in reality, it was a vast space. It was a space standing in the void, emitting an indescribable pressure. “Master, this is the starting point of the spatial ship.” Andrius’ group approached the center of the pressure. The doubts in Andrius’ heart grew heavier. He did not see the spatial ship. Did it not arrive yet?

He buckled the harness over his head. "Take a seat guys, this is going to be fun." Tom sat down in one of the four seats against the back wall. He buckled his harness as did the other three men. "Pod seventy-one ready," Aidan said into the headset. The huge ship in front of them turned to face them. The thing was massive. As one, a bunch of spikes released from the ship and formed a pattern. They approached the human ship. Tom knew these. He had learned to pilot one a lifetime ago. Those were darts, offensive ships used to attack. The darts grew closer and flew in a pack. Lasers beamed out of them in short rays and hit the ship.

It didn't matter to her since she figured that most of them were given new identification codes so no one would know of their previous owners. She walked by a separate hanger and looked at the number and saw that she had come to the hanger bay Levi had told her about earlier. As she walked in her jaw dropped in awe of the ship, she would be traveling in. It wasn't like the others she had seen. It had a very sleek design, but was still massive. She noticed that it was designed for combat above all things; it had twin plasma cannons on the front and sides. After taking in the size of the vessel she looked around for her pilot. There were several soldiers posted around the ship and technicians

Dante offered. What Daniel didn't pay much attention to was the huge ship which is docked just half a mile away from them. The ship has Dante's signature symbol, showing that it belongs to Dante. So Daniel didn't even imagine in his wildest dreams that Dante could repaint Daniel's ship in just 8 hours. That requires huge cranes and hell lot of man power. But Dante pulled it off with ease. "Can i search Montana as well?" Daniel requested. Dante was expecting that. So he didn't look surprised.

“Let’s get below.” As a loud, buzzing rhythm reverberates along the deck of the ship, our crew moves into positions deep in the belly of the ship. Once the launch sequence starts, the deck won’t be safe for anything alive, not at the speeds we will be traveling. A typical boat, with a high wind, would be able to reach our destination by midday. But the Dragon’s Lament can make the distance of half a day disappear in a handful of moments. Like skipping a rock across a pond, this ship can “skip” locations, not traveling through space as much as jumping over and around it.

In our private lives, we were discovering the strange, spacious freedom of a job well and truly done. Lanc’s dinghy, a beautiful, silly thing named The Second Thought, was upside-down in his driveway, smelling of fresh varnish. Arthur and Hank were his frequent, opinionated assistants. “The line of that sheer is all wrong,” Hank would declare, stepping back to squint. “It’s a dinghy, Hank, not a clipper ship,” Lanc would grumble, sanding with violent satisfaction. “Every vessel deserves respect,” Arthur would intone, holding a plank in place. “It’s a floating world unto itself.”

In fact, Felix guessed that Holly was stronger than Lyle. But Felix didn't know Holly too well, so how could he trust her? Besides, he even took measures to get Jerry to meet Holly before returning to Earth. If he truly got into trouble, Holly would be one of the main suspects. After getting on the Black Star-class spaceship, Felix pointed at an extremely large silver spaceship. "What is that?" he asked curiously. "That's a Destroyer-class spaceship. It's equipped with a cannon that can destroy a planet with one shot," Yvian explained.

even began. The Shipyard was a "Non-Euclidean-Scaffold" the size of a solar system, built from "Ghost-Steel" and "Compressed-Gravity." It was a graveyard of "Prototype-Universes," half-finished "Gears-of-Existence," and "Blueprints-Carved-in-Vacuum." Unlike the "Wild-Multiverse," which was a product of "Accidental-Chaos," the Shipyard was a place of "Abandoned-Design." It was the "Studio" of the "Origin," left behind when the "Smith" retired to see what his "Creation" would do on its own.

The sleek, dark-steel warship tore through the void of space at warp velocity, racing toward the frozen outer reaches of the solar system. Ahead of the flagship was the command bridge, looking out across the starry expanse of deep space from its huge, reinforced viewports. Billions of distant stars burned like diamonds against the absolute blackness of the cosmos, while Earth and the Moon faded into shimmering blue-and-gold marbles behind them. Dominic stood at the center of the command deck, his boots planted firmly against the polished deck plates. He had donned his dark void-plate pauldrons, though his broad chest remained partially exposed, his runic tattoos crackling with anti-magic lig

He indicated a sleek, fast courier ship. "The Silver Dart. Lightly armored, but fast. If we can reach it—" A shadow fell over us. It wasn't a cloud. It was too solid. Too geometric. The wind picked up. It whipped the trees into a frenzy. The sound of heavy thrusters drowned out the confused murmurs of the civilians behind us. I looked up. Descending from the upper atmosphere, blocking the sun, was a warship. It wasn't a drop-ship. It was a Dreadnought. Its hull was painted silver and blue. It bristled with kinetic cannons and gravity-dampening arrays.