Star Wars Ghost Crew Novels & Stories

He did not want to dishearten his daughter, he was edgy; hauled out his handset once more and made a quick call to the agency “Uhm, miss, have they left already?” he spoke with a straight, clear deep voice. “They should, be there by now, they are very efficient, perhaps its traffic or they decided to gait, to save money.” Joan spoke with poise, but some qualms could be spotted in her voice. “Agrrrr! Where are they?” Joan chimed out brutally. “Let us hold on, they must be around the corner.” Melina spoke, flicking out her long hair over her shoulder, as she pulled up the collar of her pelt jacket, she cut walked her way inside the house, pushing Owino aside to create a more comfortable space

Through the haze, he saw Ghost approaching, blade gleaming. Suddenly, the door burst open. Sterling charged in wearing a gas mask, followed by a team of masked operatives. Ghost spun, throwing something that flashed in the dim light. Sterling jerked back, red blooming on his shoulder, but his team opened fire. Ghost moved like smoke, impossible to track, but even he couldn’t dodge everything. A bullet caught him in the leg, another in the arm. He staggered, then crashed through the window, disappearing into the rainy night. “Secure the perimeter!” Sterling barked, helping Jackson to his feet. “Get them out of here, now!”

“Ghost, I am by the cabin. Can you get a visual on how many people are in the cabin?” “Yes, Sir, I see six people in the cabin. Careful, Sir, they are armed.” “Thanks.” Getting off the helicopter, he sneaks closer to the Cabin and hears the guys laughing loudly about how they will sell the car and split the cash and the girl they plan to kill, not to leave any witnesses. He then goes out into the woods, letting a gunshot go off; the guys exit the cabin as they stand steady with their rifles. He notices that the guys he confronted earlier are not between those men. These guys are hunters and killers. “Ghost, I need you to be my eyes in this darkness,” he whispers in the earpiece.

still humming in his eyes, and scooped me up. "Is she...?" I couldn't finish the sentence. "She's gone, Ivy," he rasped, his voice rough with a volatile mix of adrenaline and desire. "The ghost is dead. Now, we leave the rest of them to the stone." He carried me through the crumbling hallways, dodging falling basalt and surging electrical fires. We reached the hangar just as the roof began to cave in. The private jet was still there, the pilot—one of Dante's elite Ghost units—holding the engines at full throttle.

Liora could smell Mavric’s masculine scent mixed with a hint of tobacco and stress. “Someone just saved my company, Liora,” Mavric whispered. “Someone incredibly brilliant someone who knows how to manipulate Marcus Vane’s code like it’s child’s play.” “Their codename is ‘Ghost’.” Liora raised an eyebrow. “Ghost?” Sounds like an action movie hero. “What does that have to do with me?” “I’m just a woman you’ve locked up here.” Mavric took Liora’s hand, feeling the pulse in her wrist.

Collateral damage mitigation: secondary to project completion. "Extraction squad," Roderick whispered, the bitterness in his tone tasting like ash. "They didn't just eliminate threats. They were mercenaries for hire, masked by the reputation of a dead-end military black ops program. They used the Ghost Unit name as a ghost story to scare away any journalist or investigator who got too close, knowing that nobody wants to poke a hornet's nest that claims to be protected by national security." "It’s a shell game," Elias realized, his voice trembling slightly. "The unit isn't the mission. The unit is the shroud."

“Sixth floor!“ Scar shouted, sprinting slightly so he could ride the elevator with Ghost. They both got in and Scar punched the sixth-floor button. Ghost ran a hand through his jacket for his gun. It wasn't there. He did a double-check, but nothing. “Fuck!“ He cussed, recalling he left it in his hotel room. Camilla was being fucking annoying with her clinginess. He needed to get away from her as fast as he could. And he'd forgotten to take his gun with him. “What's wrong?“ Scar asked, eyeing him closely, “You need something?” Scar was his wingman and the second-in-command in his growing division. Always at his service, like he should be. “No,” Ghost replied. He checked for his dagger and yea

I can see it in the shadows under her eyes, the exhaustion in her posture. "I fired the security team," I say. She turns. "All of them?" "Every single one. They failed. That's not acceptable." I cross to her. "I'm bringing in a different team. Better trained. More experienced. Men I should have called from the beginning." "Who are they?" "Private military contractors. Men I've had on retainer for situations exactly like this. They've worked in war zones, hostile territories, and places that make this look like a vacation." I cup her face. "They're called the Ghost Unit. And they don't fail."

Faster than lightning, moving like a ghost, everywhere and nowhere at once. "We've only built eight Ghostler stealth aircraft. They are one of our clan's greatest technological achievements. But speed's just the start—Ghostlers are also armed to the teeth. "Aside from the Quark Warbot, just about every advanced weapon system we've got has been packed into this thing. "Gideon, I'm lending you this one. So, don't get reckless. If you break it, don't expect me to be nice about it." Gideon wasn't even listening. He was already climbing inside, way too excited to wait. He slipped into the pilot's seat in the control room.

"Bullshit! If you could summon the Etherstorm, you'd have done it long ago. I know your limits." With a wave of her hand, she barked, "Enough talk! Felix is definitely inside that Ghostgator. Take it down!" But just then, a voice rang out from the hovering Destroyer-class spaceship. "All units, fall back. That's an order." Scorpia's face went rigid with disbelief, but she didn't dare hesitate. She shot Viggo a murderous glare, then turned and led her team back to the ship. In the next instant, the massive vessel roared into motion and vanished at incredible speed.