Transformer Ship Novels & Stories

Kincaid's quartermaster had spare plates sized close enough, and Xander got into one while Kincaid briefed him on what Sarah's relay had already confirmed. "Henderson's armor caught the convoys in the open ground," Kincaid said. "Standard tracked corvettes, thermal turrets. They're not trying to capture anyone. They're enforcing the embargo the way the Presidium meant it to be enforced." He handed Xander a fresh blade. "Examples. For anyone else thinking about supplying us." "How many transports." "Six, last count. Four already burning." Xander looked at the blade in his hand, still cold from the rack, and thought briefly and uselessly about how tired his arms were and then stopped thinking

"A flagship?" I whispered, the word feeling like lead on my tongue. "They’re turning the Earth into a ship?" "Not just a ship," Fenris said, his face illuminated by the flickering red status screens. "A **Dreadnought**. They’ve realized that the 'Intersection'—this hybrid of magic and data—is the perfect fuel. They aren't going to process us one by one anymore. They’re going to fuse the entire biosphere into a singular, sentient engine."

He nodded to them and motion for them to enter the warship. The warship interior was very luxurious, painting the scenery in a very beautiful light. The squires looked around the warship as Sgt Langley lead them to their seats. They were afraid to touch anything on the warship. Kalen was enchanted completely by the beauty of the warship, even the sergeant’s next words became fleeting clouds to him as his eyes sparkled in admiration. The Archangel is a very massive warship. It has a disc shape, just like the fictional spaceships depicted in the novels and fiction movies if it was seen from the outside. The inside was lit up completely with blue lights, illuminating everywhere with a bright wa

Marcus roared, his shoulders throwing the yellow plastic paddle into the water as he worked to drag the survival raft away from the target sector. I scrambled to the tube my wet left leg dragging behind me as I pulled myself up onto the rubber rim. I stared into the green waves where Christian had vanished to save our son. The water was foaming as the drones power core began its synchronization with the satellite array above. The dark hull of the nuclear-powered container ship Benson-01 loomed over our raft its iron side walls rising six stories above the water. The automated boarding ladder was already down its steel rungs dangling just three feet above our boat. The ships central mainframe

I started to lean forward again, greedy for more of his lips on mine when the car came to a halt. "We are here." Alpha Cole muttered, his voice husky and making my womanhood clench. Then he cleared his throat and pushed a button, surprise flickering in my eyes as I took in the view in front of us. We were on a shore, and the most luxurious white ship I ever set my eyes on stood before us. On the body was inscribed the words, 'Roman.' Hell, a date on a ship?

​The Choice of the Gatekeeper ​"We can't send a machine, and we can't send a child," I said, looking at the Vane-Thorne ship, which had returned to the Sahara and was now being "Upgraded" by the Xylos-vines. The ship was no longer a teardrop of stone; it was a Living-Eye, its hull covered in a shimmering, ocular-quartz that could "See" the resonance of distant stars.

The lights of the city faded behind us as we sped toward the open water, the roar of the engines filling the silence. The cargo ship was a dark silhouette on the horizon, growing larger as we closed the distance. Its massive steel hull cut through the water with a slow, deliberate grace, and the red and white lights blinked rhythmically, guiding its path. It was a beast of a vessel, a floating fortress with row upon row of shipping containers stacked high above the deck. “We are approaching the target,” Mr. Jones called out over the wind, his voice steady despite the situation. I nodded, my eyes narrowing as I assessed the ship. “We will need to board quickly and quietly. We do not want to a

Lieutenant Konig replied "The codes are sound. They are our reinforcements." Looking out of the bridge windows they could see the strange warship slowly glide towards the formation, taking position above the center formation. Strange tiny craft emerged from the sides of is large extenders, which one could only guess to be launch bays of some sort. When the ship glided past at just 500 meters distance the bridge crew could see this warship carried at least 8 turrets on its dorsal side. The broadsides mounted more large calibre turrets, while large parts of the side was covered with smaller guns. Probably defence guns of some sort. The ship was impressive to see to say the least. Maybe Fleet c

It was morning but still dark. Everyone was awake and head to the Inverse harbor where they would go on a boat to the Island. When they arrived, they were shocked to see it. It is no ordinary boat. It is a warship. To say it is large is an understatement. It is blocking the view. To make a comparison, it is the same size as a cruise ship. They could've teleport there, especially since Cai Kang knows what it looks like and how to get there, but according to Yuto, their safety measures are so effective that if they teleport by water without warning, the water will melt their skin off and all of them will be deemed as intruders. As for the size of the ship, the envoy did say that it was a forme

"How many ships?" "Six iron-clads, sir," the scout replied, looking up with wide, anxious eyes. "But they aren't firing their batteries. They are moving slow, towing a massive, floating iron platform behind them. High Alpha Torin says it looks like a deep-sea siege crane." Natalia turned her gaze toward the open horizon. Through the thick, swirling sea-mist of the Midnight Sea, the familiar, low-profile silhouettes of the western warships began to break the gray winter light. They didn't sound their mechanical horns this time; they moved in a synchronized, eerie silence, their smoke-stacks belching thick black soot that cast a dark shadow across the frozen water.