Tba Ship Novels & Stories

"We're still not sure, General, but it seems the sixth enemy fleet is heading for the Cyrus." The General and his commanders stared through at the woman on the screen, unsure of what they just heard. The woman spoke again. "The sixth fleet seems to be headed for the WAC airship in Australia...." "Recent advances in physics had been phenomenal..." Ava was hitting the high notes of his speech when the sensations overtook her once more. She stopped short of herself, gripping the edges of the podium for balance. She tried to keep a straight back. The central screen behind her then lit up once again but it wasn't the president's face that greeted them but a military officer.

I am not shipping your panties to you, Lin! Lin: You know me too well, Aubs. Shelby: I love that every time I check my phone, I have messages like these! Nothing exciting today. We have been at sea all day on our way to Lauren’s dad's mansion in the Bahamas. I went down to the employee’s quarters and played cards and got a lot of dirt on Lauren’s mom. Lin: Okay, I’m going to need pictures of this Bahama’s Mansion and details on her mom!

“You don’t have a choice, Fabian! Don’t you understand? It’s De Silva, he’ll make sure she’s dead if you don’t obey him. And if you think you will reach her before he does, you couldn’t be more mistaken. You have no idea how far this reaches.” Fabian leaned back in his seat, trying to compose himself. All his life, he had been the captain of the ship; all his life, he had called the shots. But not anymore, for he was boxed in by forces beyond his control. If Tasha’s information was accurate, then his next course of action would determine whether Loretta lived or died. “There’s not going to be a wedding between us, Tasha,” Fabian replied in a firm yet comfortable voice. “There has to be anoth

"We go into the dark. We break the hive-mind." Elara walked over, looking at the drawing. It wasn't a wall. It wasn't a node. It looked like the reinforced hull of a submarine, but built with the crushing, impossible physics of the Deep Forge. "You want to build a ship?" she asked, her voice hushed. "I want to build a Trench Engine," I corrected, my eyes locking onto hers. "We're going to the bottom of the Mariana. We are going to find whatever is commanding the Abyssal Tide, and we are going to drop a core splinter directly on its head."