Star Plasma Vessel Novels & Stories

Kael corrected. Through the lens of the Array, they could see the "Red Steam" in its rawest form. It was a river of glowing plasma, spanning light-years, flowing from the hearts of the Orion stars and vanishing into a microscopic pinprick in space-time—the other side of the Earth’s Aetheric Elevator. The stars weren't just dimming; they were being eviscerated. The high-energy plasma was being stripped from their outer layers and funneled into the fold.

The needles were massive—heavy-gauge surgical conduits connected directly to the Spire's "Aorta." As the violet, Sombra-enriched blood began to leave Avery’s body and enter the building's circulation system, the world around her dissolved. She was no longer in a command center. She was in the Neural-Net.

a melodic, multi-tonal projection echoed through the bridge, sounding like the humming of a thousand stars. The Star Seeders began to spray a substance over our ship: a thick, glowing "Stellar Oil" that looked like liquid amethyst. As the oil coated the quartz plating, the Void Eaters slid off the hull, unable to find a grip on the viscous, high-frequency light. The resonance static began to clear, and I felt the sixty-beat rhythm of my heart stabilize once more.

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.

His biceps, chest, and thighs bulged outward, tearing the seams of his heavy cargo pants. The violet light of the Star-Code did not flare outward in a crackling, jagged aura like the Overclock. Instead, it sank deep beneath his skin. His entire vascular system—the veins spider-webbing across his neck, arms, and chest—began to glow with a dark, dense, bruised indigo light. The sheer internal pressure generated a massive thermal byproduct. Superheated steam began to vent violently from Baraka’s mouth with every exhalation, hissing into the cool cavern air like a boiling locomotive engine.

It gravitated past her, and continued into the void. As she walked around, a bluish-white vortex glowed beside her. She turned to it and realized that she was standing next to the star she represented: Bellatrix of Orion. It made a whirring noise and the vortex glowed brightly as if it's going to burst, as if getting excited to finally meet her. So this was the inner core of a Blood Star.

that Kaelen Vane had integrated into the ship’s soul. ​Kaelen stood at the forward view-port, his bronze-mapped skin glowing with a steady, peaceful resonance. Beside him, Julian Sallow was checking the "Stellar-Nursery" in the ship’s cargo-hold. It wasn't filled with weapons or credits. It was filled with Billions of Spores, the seeds of a new kind of life that didn't need a planet to grow.

’ “Then have you heard of the stimulus vessel?” “Yes… but I can’t remember the details” Ian scratched his head in embarrassment. “It is still in experimental stages and isn’t marketed. It’s a specially designed prosthetic container that mimics the blood vessel and is able to store blood in its original form without contamination.” “Yes… yes… I remember now, but what is its relevance here?” “How confident would you be if you had to operate on a hand that was immersed in this container?” Other than Ian, everyone’s eyes lit up. They were all intelligent people. They could easily follow Dana’s line of thought.