Star Wars Rebels Ghost Ship Novels & Stories

“Then…what about it?!” “Forget about it!” Jack roared. “Alia! Start the ship! Marcus! Get Victor on board! Quick!” The group rushed onto the “Black Mary” in a disheveled state. Jack rushed to the anchor and slashed the thick mooring rope with his dagger! "Boom—" The cargo ship's engines roared deafeningly under Aria's (remote hacking) control. The ship slowly pulled away from the dock. On shore, the belated National Guard "puppet" soldiers and the swarming bounty hunters could only watch helplessly as the massive cargo ship, carrying the "walking immortality," disappeared into the vast night sea.

Her pulse screamed. Victor’s voice shouted through her earpiece. “Do NOT engage! It’s a trap. You’ll break Ghost Protocol!” “I already did,” she hissed. “Elena—!” She didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. Because if they wanted Revenant’s ghost… They were about to learn what haunted queens were truly capable of. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a rebel war chamber hidden beneath the ruins of Sarajevo, a commander stared at the screen showing Damien’s battered face.

“And if we fail?” The Admiral didn’t blink. “Then the world tears itself apart. That’s the cost.” The room went quiet. No one argued. Everyone knew he was right. But destroying the emitters wasn’t a clean military operation. It was shadows fighting shadows. Admiral Hayes tapped the screen and a list of names appeared. No uniforms. No official ranks. Just codename after codename. “Ghost Cells,” he said. “Operatives who don’t exist on paper. Men and women who owe me favors… or who simply can’t stand by while the world burns. They’ll move where armies can’t.”

scribes like Kael, who were becoming the gentle midwives of this new age. It was on the edge of a nebula, a nursery of young stars and younger civilizations, that we found the derelict. It was an Archivist vessel, a teardrop-shaped enforcer, but it was dead. Not just powered down, but empty. Its story had been scraped clean. There were no signs of battle, no energy residue. It was a ghost ship, floating in the silent black. A cold finger of dread traced my spine. "What could have done this?"

"It turned the sun into a Sub-Space Bell. Our awakening sent a ripple through the local star cluster. And something just answered." ​The screen flickered, showing a cluster of silhouettes drifting past Pluto. They weren't the geometric, cold structures of the Sovereign-Swarm. These ships were Ragged. They looked like hollowed-out asteroids fused with rusted Sterling technology—scavenger vessels from a war that had been fought a thousand light-years away.

She recognizes her Uriel’s granddaughter, her brother's kin, the Luna of the Redwood Wolves, the one Carla and Augusto want dead at all costs to prevent her from giving the alpha Connor an heir. She rushes to her and examines her carefully with her eyes. No other being, except a celestial, could see her until the bubble was broken; Carrie knows this because celestials typically use such protection when they feel in danger. She had heard the howl hours ago. So it was her, and now she's running from all of them.

Chapter 7: The Judas Protocol The warehouse was a symphony of chaos. Above us, the silver grapple hook shrieked as it tore through the rusted corrugated metal, letting in the jagged, neon-violet glare of the Council gunship’s searchlights. Below, the "Mother’s Shadow" rebels didn't look like heroes; they looked like cornered rats with teeth of jagged steel. Mara’s hand was still clamped onto the black diamond at my throat, her knuckles white, her breath smelling of cheap gin and ancient hatred. Her blade was pressed so hard against my neck that I could feel the cold bite of the metal.

When we reached the business center my eyes were locked on one ship. "Look Ashr, a Black Stellar Supernova Nuclear Fusion craft, an actual Phantom," I said practically climaxing by just saying the spacecraft name. It was a myth, a fabulous ship everyone talked about but had never seen and one was docked right in front of me. "Should we take it for a test flight?" I looked at Ashr like he had four heads.

She staggered a few steps, her eyes closed, breath steaming from her nose in a single long stream. "Oh my God! Not now Jelnimia...!" Malison quickly halted his movement, holding her hand, as she fell to the ground, she was near unconscious and blood gushed out from her mouth. Hot light flared, a bolt of flame blasted towards them. Even with his shoulder he felt the vibrations in the ground beneath him and at the very last moment he felt a shock which almost knocked him off his feet. The blazed section of his lamptern went dim, and in a flash, a pillar of light appeared with a blinding shockwave, making Jelnimia scream out in anguish as it tore open, almost consuming them.