Transformers Decepticons Ships Novels & Stories

The wound on her face was bandaged, but her eyes were filled with terror. "How are the warriors?" Liam asked. "Bad," a subordinate reported. "Twelve have completely lost control. We had to use tranq guns. Another six are in the med-bay with high fevers." "Damn it!" Liam slammed his fist on the desk. "Alpha, should we contact Harper?" the subordinate suggested carefully. "Maybe she really has a solution—" "No!" Liam roared. "I will never bow to that traitor!" He stood up and paced the room.

~Stargem: Rewrite~ Sephtis' fleet arrived at the Crimson Gate and joined the Blood Fleet. Right behind the legions of ships is the Excelente Class World Destroyer Ship. This ship is powered by four dark magic crystals and is 40,000 km in length (front to back), and has a height of 15-20,000 km. This monstrous ship has a large lazer barrel in front and as the name says, it can destroy worlds. This is only one of the 4 Excelente Class that serve as a flagship of the Forgotten Navy. The ship where Sephtis is, docks inside it and a man can be seen looking down from the hangar observatory deck wearing black robe with a golden sash.

She tossed a crushed, metallic cylinder at Dax’s feet. "The beacon is dead, but the handshake completed," Reyes reported, her breathing heavy. "The armada has our exact coordinates. And Steele... they aren't just sending drop-ships. I pulled the telemetry from the spy's cranial implant before I zeroed him. They've deployed the Solaris-Class Dreadnoughts." "How big are they?" Dax asked, not taking his eyes off the horizon. "Big enough to block out the sun," Reyes said grimly. "They don't land. They hover in low orbit and drop Hell-Pods kinetic drilling transports designed to bypass energy shields by burrowing through the bedrock underneath them."

We fired a Wave. A massive, circular ripple of "Red-Gold" energy expanded from us, a tidal wave of frequency that hit the first line of drones. They didn't explode; they simply ceased to exist. Their molecular structure was rewritten, turned into harmless ash that began to fall over the ocean like grey snow. "The Debt is paid in full!" our combined voices boomed over the ocean, sounding like the roar of the city itself. But the Council wasn't done. From the heart of the fleet, a massive, obsidian ship emerged—the "Sovereign-Prime." And on the bridge, a screen flickered to life, showing a face I hadn't seen since the beginning of this nightmare.

And it certainly wouldn’t have been bad if it was just the Einherjar. But they brought with them whatever remained of Hegemony Replenishment Facility 114, including lifeboats, defensive ships, cargo cruisers, passenger liners, everything. And no matter which fleet they belonged to, almost every single ship in the fleet was heavily damaged and scarred. Plates of armor or chitin had massive gouges and channels across them - all served as a stark reminder of the silver beams’ destructive power.

In its place descended a shadow that blotted out the aurora borealis. It was the Fenrir’s Fang. I had seen Council warships before. They were sleek, corporate, efficient. This was not that. This was a floating cathedral of gunmetal and hate. It was shaped like a jagged spearhead, bristling with enough heavy ordnance to level a small continent. The engines hummed with a frequency that vibrated the fillings in my teeth. "That's not a ship," Ben Carter yelled, clutching his briefcase to his chest. "That is a capital asset depreciation nightmare! Do you know the fuel costs for hovering something that mass in atmosphere?"