Starco Ship Novels & Stories

and for that you will need a crew. Trevor: Wait, I will need papers... clearances. Bob: I have that covered; you just need to sign on the dotted line. Bob hands Trevor a file-case. The case contains two things; a blueprint for a star-carrier type ship, and a ship's core log. Bob: I am hiding The ITALICA in that... you name her using the core log. Trevor: Six subparts that hide a battle cruiser... detachable and can fly alone when needed.

"Mom, he's amazing." "He's a child who survived," I said. "Just like you." Jaden thought about that. "Am I amazing?" I pulled him close. "Yes. You are." An hour later, we saw it. A cargo ship. Huge. Rusted. Listing to one side. It had run aground on a reef years ago and been abandoned. Now it sat tilted, half-submerged, like a dead whale. Miro surfaced beside the boat. "They're inside," he said. "In the belly. They don't come out much."

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.

The cutter glitts like a shadow through the narrow rock gaps. Asteria The ship was bigger than Mara first thought. No fishing boat. More like an old Supply cutter, rebuilt, with high construction and rusty steel sides. On Deck burned no light, only at the control house something weak that called the on the side wall briefly made visible. Asteria. Mara couldn't turn off the look. She felt a single thought stuck in her: When this ship came here regularly, someone never had this island

Oswin and Myra were the only ones that remained with us. Isa remarked, "You seem to have forgotten that Stella has the ability to restore everyone's power, energy, and strength." I was under the impression that she could, but I couldn't be certain it was true. "The ship's name is Fina. "Stella will have no trouble achieving that," said Chase, "but I won't be able to let Oswin and she travel by themselves." It's fraught with danger. They do not have the same level of expertise in military tactics as we do."

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”

"Registered in St. Petersburg. Owned by a shell company in Cyprus called Vostok Holdings." "Vostok," I repeat. "That’s a Bratva front. They move stolen cars and heavy machinery out of Newark." "Check the timeline," I order. Wong expands the log for the Red Star. Arrival Livorno: June 14th, 06:00. Departure Livorno: June 17th, 23:00. "They left six hours after the text was sent," I note. "And now?" "Arrival Port Newark, yesterday at two PM," Wong reads. "Currently docked at Berth 54."

6,000 capital ships that's 8,000 kilometers long each, escorted by 40,000 frigates and destroyers were sent to counter this threat (a total of 46,000 ships strong), and at Relix star they faced the unending wave of the enemy's swarm. The Kingdom of Starlia immediately mobilized its four billion Starknights and were to set out immediately at Heavens Fall. On board the 4 million colony class ships escorted by 6 million warships, they left the realm of Starlia to head towards Heavens Fall. Prince Julius, followed the departing armada aboard the Bismark, the pride of the Kingdom of Starliege.

Like he was in his own office instead of a shipping yard at two in the morning. "I count twelve guards outside," Marcus whispered beside me, using his own binoculars. I swept the area systematically. He was right. Twelve visible. Two at the trailer entrance. Four patrolling the perimeter of Section D-7. Six more positioned at strategic points—near the crane, near the access road, near the container stacks. "Probably more inside the containers," I said. "And more we can't see from this angle." I panned left and spotted the cargo ship. MV Northern Star. A massive freighter, the Russian flag hanging limp in the still air. A crane was actively loading containers onto the deck, workers moving lik

‍ "He’s‌ not in Af‌rica. He’s not in South Ameri⁠ca‍. He’s… he’s on a vessel in the middle of the Atlant​ic. A cont‌ain‍er ship. T‍he *Northern St‌ar*.⁠" C‍elest‍e froze. The *Northern Star* was o​ne of th⁠e vessels that had been marked for a structural review during the Luxembourg crisis​. I‌t was a massiv⁠e, autom⁠ated freighter t​ha‌t carried thous‌a⁠nds of​ con​tainers, the kind of‍ sh‍ip that was e⁠ssentially a flo​at‌ing city of steel.