Space Marine Oc Novels & Stories

"The coast guard has issued an intercept order. They're demanding we stop the vessel immediately for inspection." His expression was grim as his gaze swept toward the center of the crowd. "The police say there's a murder suspect on board."

His eyes remained insightful, never leaving the seascape ahead. The Spirit of the Ocean was an incredible boat. The hull was made of steel and the superstructure, aluminium. The twin Caterpillar engines could cruise at thirteen knots and climb to a maximum speed of fifteen should the need arise. It had eight cabins, with a capacity to sleep up to fifteen people, served by a crew of twenty. She flew under the flag of the Cayman Islands as RMLC had a base there—for tax purposes, Melville suspected. There were three decks, one fore, one aft, and the top deck where passengers could drink cocktails and watch the stars.

"Mamamatay ka mag-isa. Ako? Mabubuhay ako sa alaala ng mga bituin." ​KABOOOOM! ​Isang puting liwanag, na mas maliwanag pa sa araw, ang sumabog mula sa Manila Bay. Ang Omega Spire ay naging alikabok sa loob ng isang segundo. Ang lahat ng mga itim na barko sa kalawakan ay biglang nawalan ng enerhiya at naging mga bulalakaw na nahulog sa dagat. ​ANG PAG-AHON SA ABABO

He said this and smiled at Adom. Adom just wanted to hug him. He was way too good for this world. He felt the tension and his nerves leave his body, and he laughed lightly. He could breathe again. “I'm so lucky to have you around. I had a reason not to tell anyone. Uhm. I'm an omega."Adom continued. “and? Is that a bad thing? I think omegas are the strongest gender there is.” Jack said, scooted closer to Adom, and put his hand on his shoulder.

That was the most dreaded situation which lead to the suspension of all activities, giving room for marine divers and marine scientist to give a close study of what infect or may affect the ocean. "I will be on my way as soon as possible, Catherine" Jessica concluded and drops the call. Jessica is a female marine aquatic scientist who leaves a bit far from the beach but she's very popular due to her past work and research. She works with the Marine Research and Reservation, MRR. This is her third time she is going to the Anombao beach for her experiment and also very close to finding her answers. From her studies the sea is going through unnatural stress which she is not able to give in repo

Bruno said. Wolf leaned past a rack of fins, sniffed. “Your O-rings smell like despair.” “Those O-rings pay for the boat,” Fish said. “And the boat pays for my sanity.” He jerked his chin at the shop. “Walk.” They cut through aisles of gear: a rainbow of masks, regs hanging like chrome fruit, weight belts coiled like snakes. An enormous map of the coast took up one wall, peppered with pins—TURTLE CLEANING STATION, MANTA HIGHWAY, DANGER: DOWNCURRENT. Photos framed in driftwood showed grinning students, awkward OK-signs, a wedding proposal underwater that looked like suffocation with better lighting.

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.

“He used the same algorithm he taught my mother ten years ago.” “He’s sentimental.” Mavric stared at the monitor displaying Liora’s brain activity. Her brainwave patterns were stable, yet intensely active. On another screen, a world map showed a red dot moving quickly. “Found him,” Liora hissed.” “He’s not in Greenwich… he’s not even in England.” The red dot stopped at coordinates in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea. “A ship?” Mavric asked. “Not just any ship.” “It’s an Omni-Tech Mobile Data Center disguised as an oceanographic research vessel,” Liora began pulling data from the ship’s manifest.

"Tide is turning. Let's get this shit loaded. There better be some food in one of these bags, we haven’t eaten since this afternoon." Note to self, Saint gets hangry. Jozef is at the helm of the second boat. He’s smoking a cigarette, ignoring the clear safety hazard of being surrounded by extra fuel cans. Kir drops a bag onto the deck. "Oba. Talk to me." Oba is sitting in the back of Saint’s boat with a ruggedized laptop open on his knees. "I’m inside the regional maritime traffic control. I flagged a phantom distress beacon four miles south of our current position. The coast guard is rushing over there right now to save a boat that doesn't exist. Our corridor to international waters is wide

she asked Ricardo who was standing closest to it at that time. Inside the containment box was a transparent glass structure. It held a metal rod seemly floating in space- probably by some electromagnetic force, Megan deduced from what little her science knowledge had grown since she took the job at Olympus. Some strange-looking, octagon-shaped objects were attached to the floating rod; so small that she couldn't make out what materials they were actually made of, and so finely arranged that they almost looked like one whole piece of work if not for the tiny spaces in between them which was able to distinguish their individualities to the clever onlooker. The objects all together coiled to fo