Star Wars Dark Side Ship Novels & Stories

~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.

An actual wooden ship like the ones in Peter Pan and Treasure Island. It has a more modern take to it. The curves and edges are sharper and smoother than they would be in an old ship. It's an ominous shade of black. From the boat itself to the sails. On the deck are a few of the sailors lined up waiting for the truck to approach. There is no fucking way the three of us are going to be able to take all those vampires on. "Pull back," I order.

"We want your head. Target lock confirmed. Fire on my mark." "He's going to shoot," Jinx said, her fingers flying across the shield controls. "Shields up!" "Wait," I said. I looked down at Valen. He was watching the blinking red lights on the console with intense fascination. "Valen," I whispered. "Do you see those ships?" I pointed to the monitor. Three Western interceptors were diving out of the sun, their solar lances charging. "Yes," Valen said. "They are going to try to sting us," I said. "Can you tell them no?"

Asher's POV Staring up at the large casino like building before him Asher steadied his heartbeat as he exited a taxi. Lights lit its 20 story walls, flashing from different shades of red, blue, and green. The words 'La Fiet' glowed golden above the double door entrance where a man clad in all black stood checking ID'S of patrons. The place seemed as grandiose as he had heard and immediately all he could think was, what am I even doing here?

Not from the predator. It was a hum. A single, resonant, harmonious note. A ship dropped out of a jump directly between us and the void-predator. It was the vessel we had seen once before, the one woven from a basket of light. Elara's ship. But it was not alone. Flanking it were a dozen other vessels—Kael's Stalwart Friend, now scarred and battle-hardened, and others we recognized from the freed worlds. Ships of crystal, of living wood, of solidified sound. The First Chapter.

The ship was called New Dawn. Fitting. It sat in orbital dock above Earth. Two miles long. Designed to carry ten thousand humans to a habitable planet three hundred light years away. Cryo pods. Life support. Agricultural systems. Everything needed to start civilization on a new world. And Nova was going to steal it. "This is suicide," Zara said as they reviewed the plan. "Everything we do is suicide," Nova replied. "At least this suicide has a destination." They had sympathizers. Human engineers who opposed the sterilization laws. Hybrid technicians who had worked on the ship. Wolves with military training.

Nevertheless, the most important fact out of all is that these inhabitants of this planet are the species who are behind the creation and distribution of gigantic premium mobile cruises that are also called the 'The Disque Caravan'. In the night sky of this distant habitat of Darthars, a commercial stellar cruise soon entered one of the million air routes. This stellar ship had a build quality far below average. With hydraulic grease and smoke leaking out of the rusty cracks above the ionic thrusters, the ship was silently crying for urgent maintenance.

Thank you so much for reading thus far! Dorin and the rest of the gang will be back in Phasma Phase 5 :D . The faces in the dark have all been unmasked, and the secretive Erian aka Elazar Ravante the Silver Tongue has gone to gods know where. Dorin, on the other hand, is much too busy having fun in the university to bother about such things. After all, there's so much he wants to learrn, even when he gets stuck inside the walled city during summer while his friends go home to visit their families.

"We're out. We're actually out." "Look," Jun whispered. Elara wiped her eyes and looked at the long-range Aetheric-Scanner. They weren't alone in the dark. Emerging from the shadow of the moon, and rising from the far side of the planet, were hundreds of other White Ships. They were of different shapes and sizes—some looked like floating cathedrals of glass, others like jagged shards of obsidian—but they all shared the same Architectural-Lineage. "Are those... survivors?" Mina asked, her voice trembling.

"It just doesn't look like much." Ex-fucking-scuse me. I scoffed. I narrowed my eyes, taking offense instantly. I glanced back at my spaceship, rust along the corners of the bay doors. Dust and dirt caked the various panels. Sure, she needed a little sprucing up, but she was still the sexiest spaceship from here to the Nebula 46 on the edge of the Black. "I'll have you know that Peacemaker is an Elysium-7. Best fucking ship of its class."