Vice Admiral Garp Novels & Stories

“Which one of you is from Admiralporium?” Grant Farrow glowered. “It’s me. I received a report claiming that you’ve injured and killed others for no reason. I’m a Level 1 member of Admiralporium’s 2nd division, Grant Farrow! “Consider this my warning to you. Surrender immediately. Any act of defiance will be reported at once and you will be listed as a wanted criminal.” Grant was disgruntled. This young man was disrespecting him. Any fighter would back off a little the moment they heard the name Admiralporium.

I thought Felix and I could part on good terms. It never crossed my mind that he would rush to Salt River City overnight. His off-road vehicle screeched to a sudden stop right in front of me. The window rolled down slowly, and I calmly met his ice-cold expression. Felix gripped the steering wheel tightly, saying nothing. After a long, suffocating standoff, he finally slammed his fist against the wheel and snapped impatiently, “You’re the admiral’s wife. What more could you possibly want?”

At the same moment, men on both sides saluted each other, the Imperials with the sign of the aquila and the colonials with their hands straight to the hairline. Then the man spoke: "I am Lord-Admiral Cornelius von Ravensburg. I am in command of the Battlefleet in the Gothic Sector. You have already met Admiral Julius Lahain" He said while gesturing to the man standing on his right, who nodded slightly before adding: "We've met before commander, the battle of Relay 571. I thank you again for coming to the aid of me and my men." Both men approached the threshold and shook hands. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Admiral."

“So it’s a battle of semantics, then. Fine. You know, all you’re doing is sacrificing your people to… your own defenses.” The admiral’s eyes narrowed just for a moment. Irritation and frustration swept through him at the reality of his situation. No matter what, they were ultimately at a loss. “In case you didn’t realize we Gerveaux designed those defenses, and we know how to get around ‘em,” the admiral replied. “More than that, it doesn’t change our purpose - to eject you out of it.” The grizzled old man simply laughed heartily, as though what he had heard was the best joke he’d heard in his entire life.

“Which one of you is from Admiralporium?” Grant Farrow glowered. “It’s me. I received a report claiming that you’ve injured and killed others for no reason. I’m a Level 1 member of Admiralporium’s 2nd division, Grant Farrow! “Consider this my warning to you. Surrender immediately. Any act of defiance will be reported at once and you will be listed as a wanted criminal.” Grant was disgruntled. This young man was disrespecting him. Any fighter would back off a little the moment they heard the name Admiralporium.

They will probably look for the ITALICA as priority 1; since they do not know about the transfer of authority. Trevor: That makes me wonder... How do you know who is chasing us? DIANA: Vice Admiral Gapes is a proponent of the FJA, among 3 of your versions. He is the known as the soloist; he never crewed up his ship. He also is one of the first to desert the Directive. This caused uproar in the Dimensional Navy of the Directive. They assigned the next one in command under him to apprehend or kill him. Diana: That is Commodore Yesha Romanov, a World 7 Purist who believes that the Directive should be run and manned by World 7 Citizens only.

It was an Admiral, scarred and decorated, sitting on the bridge of the Gungnir. "Unidentified Aeolus transport," the Admiral spoke, his voice calm and authoritative. "This is Admiral Vance of the Fenrir Council Fleet. You are entering a restricted exclusion zone. We have you locked with twelve fire-control radars. You have ten seconds to power down your engines and prepare to be boarded. If you deviate from your course, you will be vaporized." "They want a delivery," Marcus growled, checking his rifle, though he knew a rifle was useless against a fleet.

“I think you’re like a second Yamatoto.” Adolf chuckled in genuine delight because he knew who Javier was referring to—the admiral of Yuzuia and the mastermind of the ambush on Nacre Harbor and Battle of Equipoint. That was even more a gambler of fate. Before becoming the admiral, he had even dared tell the emperor back then, “If you dare give me a year, I’ll win you an aircraft carrier.” He had been gambling, but he got famous from the ambush on Nacre Harbor. Many people knew this as classic films had used that scene countless times.

Not that the Runners, who had ruled for so long, could be ignored. Grand Admiral Googoo Isan Adrolopus stood on the gallery that extended out from his private quarters and stared up past the hanging gardens and through the ark's transparent dome. The stars seemed especially thick in this sector - as if blown there by some cosmic wind. Very different from the waste land the Armani had traveled through only a hundred ship years before. But that had been many jumps ago, back during his father's time. As he stared upward, Adrolopus knew that no less than 187 grand admirals had stood there before him. Most had died in battle, fighting the Shem, or whatever race blocked the Armani's path. A lucky