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Another image was showing her fighting with Kristina, then another one was of her racing with Carol and still another one showing her, together with Carol and Diana, fighting Prometheus right before the images changed and she saw the Titan kill her mother and all of her friends. Viper gasped, almost loosing her footing while running in the wormhole and the images changed again, this time showing other moments in time, with one of the images giving off a display of what looked like Viper but in a different kind of suit and her entire body was glowing, with people standing in the background like an army. The images changed yet again and this time the GPS beeped at an accelerated rate, signalli

Although Peltratria laughed as he said that, he picked up the pace. As they got closer to the door, Chasm recognized this type of ship as a transport instead of any sort of fighting machine. Before he had a chance to get a good look at the carrier, a set of steps whooshed down to the ground. Rhylent walked up and into the vessel behind Norwell and Peltratria.

She placed her hands on each of Mitzie’s shoulders and gently massaged them as she spoke. “I don’t know how much television you’ve watched about space travel and rocket ships and such, but, I’ll tell you this, the travel is more like in Guardians of the Galaxy and Star Trek than the cylindrical machines that you’re probably imagining.” Mitzie gave a little chuckle and reached a hand to cover Sheloah’s on her shoulder. “I was wondering about that, because I didn’t get to see the ship at the warehouse.” “It’s shaped more like a giant Peregrine falcon diving towards the earth,” Alford offered rolling his window back up. “We’ll follow them to the packhouse where Nolan and his ranked members will

He indicated a sleek, fast courier ship. "The Silver Dart. Lightly armored, but fast. If we can reach it—" A shadow fell over us. It wasn't a cloud. It was too solid. Too geometric. The wind picked up. It whipped the trees into a frenzy. The sound of heavy thrusters drowned out the confused murmurs of the civilians behind us. I looked up. Descending from the upper atmosphere, blocking the sun, was a warship. It wasn't a drop-ship. It was a Dreadnought. Its hull was painted silver and blue. It bristled with kinetic cannons and gravity-dampening arrays.

But the peace was shattered before it could take root. A shadow fell over the ravine, blotting out the already dim moonlight. We looked up to see a massive vessel—a Vanguard "Harvester" class ship—descending from the clouds. It was silent, its engines shrouded in sound-dampening fields, its hull a dark, monolithic slab of obsidian. The air around us began to buzz. A high-frequency hum filled the canyon, a sound that made my teeth ache. "What is that?" Dominic asked, his head snapping up, his Alpha instincts screaming danger.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

The sky above Novus, once a battlefield of violet beams and obsidian rings, was now filled with a hauntingly familiar silhouette. The "Mimic-Fleet" did not emerge from the void with alien hums; it arrived with the rhythmic, terrifying thump-hiss of a thousand replicated Great Engines. The Curators had used the data-harvest from the Sovereignty-Virus to 3D-print an armada of bronze-wood ships, each one a grotesque, oversized caricature of the Aethel-Dawn.

He buckled the harness over his head. "Take a seat guys, this is going to be fun." Tom sat down in one of the four seats against the back wall. He buckled his harness as did the other three men. "Pod seventy-one ready," Aidan said into the headset. The huge ship in front of them turned to face them. The thing was massive. As one, a bunch of spikes released from the ship and formed a pattern. They approached the human ship. Tom knew these. He had learned to pilot one a lifetime ago. Those were darts, offensive ships used to attack. The darts grew closer and flew in a pack. Lasers beamed out of them in short rays and hit the ship.

Chapter 93 The Alarm The group asked Neptune in unison, "What's in the other crate?" Neptune's digital face beamed with excitement. "Those would be their charging stations, where they'll receive their upgrades." They loaded the charging docks into the cargo hold, and the robots settled in, ready for their journey to the island.

"We want your head. Target lock confirmed. Fire on my mark." "He's going to shoot," Jinx said, her fingers flying across the shield controls. "Shields up!" "Wait," I said. I looked down at Valen. He was watching the blinking red lights on the console with intense fascination. "Valen," I whispered. "Do you see those ships?" I pointed to the monitor. Three Western interceptors were diving out of the sun, their solar lances charging. "Yes," Valen said. "They are going to try to sting us," I said. "Can you tell them no?"