Unsc Ships の小説・ストーリー

THE HUNT BEGINS. ​Leo looked at the horizon. A fleet of UN-branded "Peacekeeper" ships, not Council, but human, was already closing in on the city. ​"We're not billionaires anymore," Leo whispered, his eyes turning a fierce, natural orange. "And we're not just Alphas. We're outlaws."

Vanessa, still reloading her rifle, snapped her head up, already alert. “What is it?” The screen flickered, displaying satellite footage of something massive rising from the depths of the ocean floor. Impossible. The Return of the Nightmare Rook’s voice crackled through the cockpit comms, strained but urgent: “We’ve got multiple signatures... coming up fast!” Through the storm-filled horizon, dark shapes emerged, pushing through the churning waves. A fleet of unmanned warships, their steel hulls gleaming, automated and deadly. At the center of the advancing armada...

"We can't hit it with kinetic force. You can't shoot a hole in 'Nothingness.' We have to fight it with Is-ness." ​The Saturnian Deployment ​The Unified Fleet was a sight that would have made the original Nora Davis weep with pride. The Weaver, the massive emerald-glass flagship of the Earth, had detached from the Pacific floor and now drifted alongside the blackened, predatory Respiration. Surrounding them were hundreds of Outrider "Asteroid-Ships," now pulsing with the green veins of the Father-Root, and the Jovian "Ice-Sloops."

On the horizon, ships were approaching. They weren't the sleek, geometric destroyers of the Architect. They were ugly, rusted, and trailing black smoke. A flotilla of scavenged vessels. Fishing trawlers welded with armor plating. A container ship mounted with old artillery cannons. A cruise ship painted in camouflage dazzle patterns. "The Free Fleet," Silas identified them, peering through a pair of binoculars. "The remnants of the Atlantic Navy and the coastal survivors. They’ve been hiding in the fog banks for years." "Are they friendly?" I asked. "They're human," Mom said, checking the load in her pistol. "So... probably not." The lead ship a converted frigate named the Goliath sounded it

"That’s hundreds of ships. Cargo, cruise liners, private yachts..." "Filter it," I snap. "Filter by arrival and departure. I want a ship that arrived just before we did and left the day after the photo was taken. And then," I lean in, placing my hands on the desk. "I want to know which of those ships is in New York right now." Wong’s fingers fly across the keyboard. The clatter of the keys is the only sound in the room. The list on the screen populates. It’s long. MSC Divina. Maersk Alabama. Cosco Shipping Pisces.

(Park Zuo Yung) In the list I also included Choi Jin Su to bought a battleship 3 of them to be exact, I wasn’t a destroyer class ships, a little smaller but still it was something that were used by any Coast Guards. In a sense people do have reason to worry about it. I need that ship to build the Aeternum Navies, then again, aside from that ship I also have her bought a 5 ferries and 2 container ship and she done it just like I ordered. Park Zuo Yung Put on my table, a tablet, and I looked over all the ship conditions from the photos she provided.

Tom sat at the table drumming his fingers. "Does anyone actually know how to work these computers other than Ellie?" The five people working the screen didn't look up. Jimmy crossed his arms over his chest. "Just give them time." "General, the ships are in place." "Good," Janice said, leaning over the tech's workstation. "Anyone have a status on the Alphas?" "They're closing in. The ships are taking them out now." "It looks like they are floating topside. Orders?"

“We’ll be performing a flanking maneuver as you suggested shortly.” — Devastators - 9 Carriers - 22 Battleships - 57 Cruisers - 218 Destroyers - 533 Frigates - 1058 Fighters - 2304 Mecha - 2588 Drones - 5132 — As the last of his fleet ported in, the rest of them moved into position. They came in an arc around the de Jardins and did their best to flank them. Their maneuver was so awe-inspiring that even Delvath was astounded at the sight.

There were moon sized arks, on which most of the civilian population lived, worked, and eventually died; supply ships, which carried the raw material required to sustain the Armani; and three types of warships, including battle ships, destroyers, and fighters. The fleet had been traveling through space for more than a millennium and would continue forever. Or would it? The Facers, so named because of their desire to put an end to the journey and "face" the Shem, had become even more powerful of late, raising the possibility that things might change. Not that the Runners, who had ruled for so long, could be ignored.