Starco Ship Novels & Stories

The Stalwart Friend became a sanctuary, a pocket of defiant reality in a universe slowly succumbing to the Weavers' golden Canon. Kael and his crew worked miracles, patching the Astropheles with a blend of their own robust technology and a deep, instinctual understanding of the story-heart they now sheltered. The ship’s light returned, but it was different—tempered, resilient, woven with threads of the freighter’s steadfast loyalty.

And then, on the horizon, a speck appeared, growing larger with each passing moment. As we watched, a magnificent shuttlecraft descended from the sky, its massive form casting a long shadow on the ground. The sleek vessel, designed to seat six with an expansive cargo hold, hovered effortlessly just a foot over the ground. David's eyes sparkled with pride as he declared, "This is Atlantis's own Star fleet, she is one of four, top of the line, and all yours! – my gift to you."

And potentially catastrophic. "Where's this shipment coming to?" I asked. "Red Star Maritime, I think. That's their main operation." I looked at the older man, who had been silent through Tommy's confession. "Anything to add?" He just glared at me with hatred. Mario sighed dramatically. "Some people just don't learn." He moved toward the older man with the serrated pliers. "Wait," the man said quickly. "The shipment... it's not just one thing. It's people. Professionals. The kind you hire when you want someone to disappear permanently."

he said for Stacy to immediately try calling Aaron number. “Aaron” she called after he picked. “Are you alright?, did anyone touch you?” He asked worriedly for Stacy to smile as she felt like it was more than being worried about her. “Yes I’m fine, no one touch me atleast not yet. My container number is CR-248” she said for Aaron to nod. “Stay still Stacy, I’m almost close to your ship” he said and hangup. At the captain ship, they view Aaron ship coming closer but they didn’t notice some men already fell into the water as they use under water to wards the ship.

Then, they escorted them personally into the closest destroyer. In between the two destroyers were another pair of ships from the Republic. The larger one with massive cargo tanks along the side was the Stalwart Fiddler, the Republic’s frigate-sized trade hauler and smuggling ship, captained by Jax. — Stalwart Fiddler Class: Hauler Role: Trader (Smuggler) Bridge Officer: Captain Jax Armament Broadside Turrets: 10x [M2]

Sunlight reflected off the water as Calleigh and Gabriel took the motoscafo, a Venetian private water taxi, from the Marco Polo Airport. The September weather was bright and warm as they crossed the lagoon, passing by the Piazza San Marco and the Rialto Bridge on the way to their hotel. Italy… Venice… Memories started to pierce his heart. Gabriel had never expected to return here again. But he said to himself that sometimes a man had to change the cards in the middle of the game.

Rage and hate poured from him in a sickly red aura. Methodically, like he knew he was being watched, he turned to the side, revealing a ship. White with orange trim. Lifesavers mounted to the starboard dipped and rose with the tide. Distorted blue letters were printed on the rear stern, but she couldn't read them through the haze.