Star Wars Dark Side Ship Novels & Stories

She needed to finish her studies and then she would open her own fashion line in Canada and right after that, she would take her father with her also. These were her plans, Plans for the future but her fate had different plans for her future which would take 360° in her life, leaving her nowhere to stand, in Complete darkness. In Her DARK World, she would be all alone. Without her husband, without her studies, without her father, without any hope, without any feelings, without any light. Only Pain, tears, Betrayal, and vengeance. End Of Flashback:- The prison's van stopped outside of the court with a screech and her body stumbled.

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.

So one witch gave him the gargoyle figure, the other one gave him the cupid tail. "We will use a portal, I'll communicate with Rain and have him set it up for us or come and get us if necessary." Shani got up and start to get all the ingredients out and prepare all the stuff. "But you're welcome to stay, maybe they'll pop up here and find you relaxing by yourself. I'm sure they had no problem with that. Of maybe they will? And they will send you to another field trip?" she smirked looking at me. Savaric groaned and slumped to his seat.

The departure from the Silver Heart was not the triumphant parade the bards would later describe. It was a somber, calculated exodus. Three massive vessels, their hulls reinforced with the shimmering, black-and-gold Eclipse-Glass, sat low in the water of the bay. They didn't look like ships of wood and iron; they looked like shards of the night sky fashioned into weapons. I stood on the prow of the flagship, the Obsidian Wing. Behind me, the city I had built was a silhouette of silver and green against the morning mist. I felt a pang of grief, wondering if I would ever see the gardens of the Ravine again.

Dash looked at Lee with raised eyebrows. Moving into the base was a good idea. But was it the safest? Probably! The most dangerous place can also be the most secure one. Thinking about her reasons, there was something she must have left out. Luca had tried to get her to live with them for quite sometimes but she was adamant about staying away from the estate. " Little Ninja, why do you suddenly want to move to the base? Mind you, I like the idea but I have a feeling you are keeping something from me. What sup girl?" Dash asked.

"Let's do it. Heading: twenty-two degrees port and step on it." The ship slowly changed course and trudged towards the destination. The battle raged on outside. "All pods return to docking ports and prepare for a blackout," the overhead speakers double-spoke with Janice's voice again. The blips of pods on the screen became one with their ship. The darts chased after them. They reformed their squadron and appeared as chevrons on the screens. Their own large ship picked up speed as the darts came in and laid attack after attack on their energy barrier.

I recoil from the sight, my eyes narrowing as I will myself to continue looking, and suddenly the planet implodes, scattering the dark matter over the Milky Way. The sound of silence sweeps through the Arena. The beautiful stillness of emptiness. The planet imploding was over within seconds. “Something's not right,” Miya murmurs as she opens her eyes and raises her head to the sky. I look up, squinting as I try to see what she sees. “The shield is active, bonetta.” I lower my gaze and look at her. “There are ships. Six of them. Female and younglings. The government. Human…"

The white light outside grew brighter, illuminating a massive, metallic claw reaching for them through the dark. "Tritons?" Kaelor asked, his hand finding the bone-shard he used as a knife. "No," Aradaa said, his silver-glowing eyes fixed on the hull. "That’s not a Triton ship. That’s a Southern Harvester." The wall of the sub was torn away. Not by the water, but by a laser cutter. A man in a pressurized suit of polished chrome stepped into the wreckage. He didn't have a port. He had a crown of fiber-optics.

It wasn't a broadcast from me; it was an intrusion. I stood up, my gaze fixed on the horizon where the black ocean met the gray ash of the sky. Dante stood beside me, his hand resting on his pistol, his eyes narrowing. A massive, unflagged obsidian ship appeared on the horizon. It didn't emerge from the clouds; it seemed to tear its way through the very fabric of the atmosphere. It was ten times the size of the messenger ship, a floating fortress of dark metal and silent power. "They're back," Dante hissed, his knuckles white. "Get inside, Ivy. Now."