Uranus Sailor Romane & Geschichten

Uranus shuddered at the mention of his wife, “Why would you want to see her? She is mad, putting our boys up to usurping me.” Katia smirked at that, “Because you would not stop cheating on her. She did what she needed to do, and you still got another child out of the mess.” Katia was referring to her Aunt Aphrodite, who came out of the waves of the sea when Uranus’ privates bled into the waters.

Bjorn yelped as a three-prong grappling hook slammed across the deck, snagged on a bulwark, snapped tight, and pinned one crew member to a guardrail. A second barb scrapped Kurg’s pelvic fin before bouncing off the deck and whizzing past the Rand Solar balloon system. A musky blood scent splattered through the air. “They want us alive,” Nalura shouted while rushing to the pinned sailor and slicing the anchor rope with a single swipe of her caudal fin. “Fight to kill.”

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨 The fishing boat creaked as it cut through the calm, grey waters of the Atlantic. The smell of diesel and old fish was a grounding, humble contrast to the sterile, ozone-scented nightmare of the Island. Maya stood at the railing with the satellite phone heavy in her scarred hand. The video of the pods; the thousands of identical heirs waiting in the dark played on a loop in the back of her mind.

"Neptune, now!" Sam warped Beast into the depths of space, pulling Zorvath's whole city with us. Billions of light years away, as I gave the order, "Neptune, release them." The viewscreen flickered back to life, showing Zorvath's desperate face one last time before he begged, "Please, don't leave us here!" I stood up, my expression unyielding, and commanded, "Return home, Neptune."

’ Ram placed his right hand on Lakshman’s left shoulder. Lakshman wiped the tears, ‘But, How do you know that the vessel went to Saturn?’ ‘See, the image captures by cameras mounted on the upper side of the craft. The image has the clear vision of astronomical symbol, embossed on the vessel which attacked the laboratory.’ Ram turned the wall-mounted computer screen toward Lakshman. ‘Yes! The symbol itself represents Saturn, the wealthy planet of the whole solar system, and agriculturally sound.’ Lakshman recalled his childe age education.

Severiel watches quietly. For once the angel says nothing. The Custodian breaks the silence. Additional development detected. The projection shifts again. A new signal appears near Saturn. Small. Fast. Matteo groans. “Please tell me that is not another scout.” The Custodian answers. It is not a predator vessel. Ezra studies the signal. “What is it.” The being responds. Human technology. All of us look at the display. A tiny spacecraft emerges from the darkness near Saturn. Compared to the coalition ship it is microscopic.

I looked around and saw a tall, muscular guy with dark hair walking out of the shadow. I recognized him. He was the captain of the school football team, a blazing sports star that was famous across the country, playboy number one, and practically a male whore. Lucas Sigler. He was wearing a tailored suit, which fit him perfectly everywhere except the part of his upper arms. It took me a while to figure out that Lucas Sigler was actually talking to me because he walked straight at me in front of everyone. "You..." He lowered his head and stared at me, looking intense.

“Right.” “Undine sailors have a line-crossing ceremony. Blue Slayers who have already experienced crossing the equator are called Shellbacks or Sons and Daughters of Watatsumi – god of the sea. On the other hand, those who have never or are about to for the first time are called Pollywogs or Slimy Wogs.

Uranus chuckled again, sending more lightning dancing. Says who? His voice was coming from above, and I looked up through the spinning dirt and debris our tornado pulled from the ground. Above it all, Uranus’s thunderbird form flew in a circle, urging the cyclone to spin faster and faster. Come, godling, fly with me, be free with me. Fly to my center and feel what it is like to be truly free.