Star Wars Rebels Ghost Ship の小説・ストーリー

“Yeah, just trust me. I already know this world for a long time, and it is your mother’s creation anyway so let me remind you that she won’t create something that can hurt you.” “But I couldn’t stop thinking about the black hole…” As The8 was about to hush her, Asphalt and Code Nine jumped in as soon as the systematic door opened. Waggling their tails, they came forward with a news that made the other two halt, “The8, Xiao, the ship is under attack!”

“Yes, here is the entrance.” Stepping through the portal and into my aunt’s realm we find ourselves face to face with my aunt’s soldiers. Things felt different in my head and body once I entered my aunt’s realm. I felt this strange force surging thru my veins. Since I have never visited my aunt in her kingdom it does not surprise me that the guards do not recognize me. Thru no fault of their own, the soldiers guarding the realm bound us and take us to cells in the Castle of the Blood Wraith. Trying to talk sense to these soldiers proved futile. They refused to listen to who we were, who I was. Claiming we were Augustus spies as if we would be in league with that jerk. I couldn’t help but rol

At the border of the South China Sea. The green ships surrounded the white ship. Green Bunny jumped aboard the white ship and stopped behind Shadow. Tenth; Shadow’s people under Hidden and White Bunny were also standing behind her. Shadow was seen smiling after talking with the other person on the phone. His countenance was slightly better than this morning. “Your Holiness.” Green called out toward Shadow as the representative of the green ships. He could see the ocean that Shadow was currently looking at. There were corpses of the beastmen floating up next to the debris.

Aiden said shouting at his uncle pointing his finger towards him. Lucas hit Aiden's face with his hands and Aiden didn't see it coming, "If I took the Alphaship of the pack you're not going to be here now, you will remain a bastard, a nobody. Remember I can take that Alphaship from you if I wanted to and you will not be able to do anything about it. You should be thankful I am not interested in it," Lucas said taking back his composure after hitting Aiden's face.

They haul me to my feet with such urgency that said "the faster they get this over with, the better it would be for everyone" They proceed to drag me through the trees like a plague they could not bear to touch. When we finally come to a stop at the clearing just at the edge of the forest, torchlight flared and I see them in the distance. The Moon council, looking exactly like the stories had described. The same seven figures, the same silvery black robes, the same air of entitlement and superiority, the same elder with ice in his eyes stood at the center. He looks at me like he had finally won a game I had no idea we were playing.

--- ## Chapter 41: The Stolen Cradle The realization hit me like a physical blow. The "Mother" the Reapers were preparing the cradle for wasn't a ship. It wasn't a hive. It was a **Vessel**. "Subject 00-C," my father whispered, leaning against the ruined console of the Observatory. "The third sister." I spun around, my Red Blood sparking. "The third? You told me there were only two! You told me it was just me and Sarah!"

[The Cradle of Shadows] The Vane interceptor groaned as it banked sharply away from the Highlands Vault, its thrusters screaming in protest against the manual override. Below them, the fleet of black gunships—Lucien’s personal hounds—scattered like startled crows, their formation broken by the sudden, erratic maneuver of the courier ship.

"Look at the drive. It’s not your father’s ghost in the machine. It’s a live tether." Dante froze. His eyes, usually a tempest of hazel and obsidian, went dead still as he stared at the name of the man he had seen buried two decades ago. The shadows were still closing in, their blades clicking like the mandibles of giant insects, but Dante seemed to stop breathing. The man who feared nothing was finally looking at a ghost he couldn't kill. The obsidian ship groaned, a massive hull plate buckling and sending a spray of icy seawater across the deck. The red searchlights from the approaching fleet were blinding now, turning the mist into a thick, scarlet soup.

"You want to jump-start a fifty-foot dead god?" I stared at Dax, wiping a smear of blood and ash from my forehead. The emergency strobes of the Citadel lobby cast long, erratic shadows across his scarred face. "We don't need it to walk, Ghost," Dax said, his amber eyes burning with that familiar, infectious insanity. "We just need it to fly. Straight up." I looked out through the shattered glass doors. The Neon Rain was fading. The allied forces Revers, Wolves, and Paladins were fighting a desperate, bloody holding action in the courtyard, using the last of their phased weapons to keep the geometric Null-Sentinels at bay.

I still couldn't believe it was mine……even if only for now. We were staying in the guest quarters of the east wing, and from what I had seen, my mom's and brother's rooms were just as grand— equally beautiful and intimidating. A glance at my phone screen told me it was 2: 49 a.m. Still half asleep and craving water. I padded quietly through the vast hallway, stroking my arms for warmth. Only the silver spill from the moonlight lit my way, casting soft shadows against the intricate walls. The kitchen was dim, cloaked in shadow. I groped in the dark, searching for the light switch when my body slammed into something.