Starco Ship Novels & Stories

, Kael pressed out and checked his rifle. “Intact suits. No critical hull breaks,” Silas reported, whose hands trembled, while he calibrated his pad. We were in a far cleaner gear. The resin had this area of Ship not yet reached. Directly in front of us a massive double winged Tor with the verbal, engraved emblem of the First Fleet. COMMANDOZENTRALE. “Let’s see if this ship still has a steering wheel,” I said, forced my Heart for calming and lifting the thermal Vibro cutter. “We have an emergency signal,

I said to myself, “No matter what challenges lay ahead, I know that I will always have them by my side.” One sad night, I whispered to myself. “I miss you father. I miss going to that coffee shop on Main Street with you every Saturday morning.” I spotted a shooting star in the distance and began to sob, thinking, “I really wish that you were here to see this star with me, father.” “The Crimson Tide is a really reliable and well-maintained ship. It's known for its efficiency and expertise in delivering marine equipment worldwide,” Captain James had told me when I'd asked him about the ship. “The vessel has completed several successful deliveries before it set sail on its latest mission.

He knew in an instant that it was Travis's ship. A three mass ship with dark sails. It was the complete opposite of The Morning Star. It was dark. Even the wood the ship was made out of was darker. It's dark sails had a white crescent moon with a small silver star that dangled off the end of the moon. It looked haunting as it sailed towards the open ocean. Ghostly against the dark sky. Gavin's throat felt like it was closing as he watched it.

What could possibly be better than having the chance to see her in person, and on a cruise ship none-the-less. Stella leaned in close, her eyes fixed on mine. “You’re not going to believe this, Cass, but she was wearing one of OUR designs.” It took a moment for Stella’s words to fully settle in. Lucinda Starke was wearing one of our designs? “Holy shit,” I whispered.

Just after Maxwell cleverly handled Thomas’s issues and believed he wouldn’t have anything to worry about in that end, a reeling tragedy struck. It struck in the form of Rohan Fleetmaster. The 860-foot-long ship that Maxwell had gotten for transporting Rohan Automotive Inc. vehicles and any sea-related transports. Maxwell got the news that the huge ship with nine internal decks had sunk in the Mediterranean Sea with the cargo of 6,000 cars it was carrying. The huge $72, 000, 000, 000 tied to the exotic cars that the containers were carrying was the worst loss Maxwell had ever had to deal with since he started business and investment.

The Starveil Caravan is unlike anything I've ever seen. Even battered and diminished by the Dominion attack, it's an impressive sight—six remaining wagons painted in deep indigos and blacks, trimmed with silver filigree that catches the light like captured stars. Each wagon is pulled by creatures I've only heard about in stories: Voidsteppers, massive horse-like beasts with coats that shimmer like oil slicks and eyes that glow faint purple. They're native to the floating shards that orbit the Core Sea, and they're said to be able to walk through shadows when properly trained.

“That’s why we’re taking the Star of India.” I can feel my eyes pop open wide. Looking around the table, I can see I’m not the only one wearing a stunned expression. The Star of India is an almost two century old ship and is by far the biggest sailing boat I’ve ever seen—over two hundred feet long with three towering masts. Back before The Incident, the ship had been maintained as a floating museum that took sail out onto the open water once or twice a year. When it became clear that motorized ships were too dangerous to use, the Navy made sure it continued to maintain the vessel, in case a boat its size was ever needed. I guess that time has come.

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.

Star Cruise was the name. It was a luxurious and stylish cruise ship from mainland China. According to circulating news, the ship, which had a capacity of about 3,400 passengers in 1,675 cabins, was said to have been built at the Meyer shipyard in Papenburg, Germany. The luxurious ship was approximately 336 meters long and 40 meters wide, and was expected to reach speeds of over 23 knots. Equipped with the claim of being environmentally friendly, Star Cruise also boasted several other interesting features. These included diesel-electric pod propulsion, hydrodynamic improvements, and various other energy-saving measures.