Warframe Carrier 소설 & 이야기

It had been the site of something significant before the fortress was built. Before any wolf set stone on stone in this territory. The same reason the guardian family built here. The same reason Mara Nightmoon chose this fortress as the place the final carrier would come to. "Isolde?” I said. "Yes," she said. "Did the records say what happened to the second generation carrier," I said. "The one who could read living systems." "She became an anchor," she said. "Not the anchor Elara provided during your activation. Something larger. The carrier who reads the memory of living systems

“Oh! So that’s what you are talking about. Apparently, the kings have already talked about that before we even arrived here. There will be a few things that they will talk during that summit but I am not sure what it will be. As you already know, the people in our kingdom is adept in using their abilities so I guess that is what stops them from starting a war against us. This may be the time that we are going to face a war between Carriers and who are the ones that stands at the top. I’m sure they are preparing everything they can to beat us that is why we need to prepare as well.” Ven is surprised that it was the thing that interest Zed the most and that he did not even think about the othe

A subtle knock was on my door and when the door opened, Dante appeared with his new beta, of which he was told to wait outside. "Good morning your majesty," he greeted me as I nodded. "So Dante, you said you wanted to see me," I asked, going straight to the point. "Yes sir, there was another attack and they left a letter,"'he replied, handing me a rough sheet with blood stained. "They want to break their allegiance sir, which means another war will break out," Dante informed. I can't have another war, I haven't even settled the Kai issue, it makes trusting Kai with my kingdom really hard.

she said crossing her arms. “Depends who you talk to. Some think 25, others not so much.” Daniel shook his head. “In human years I am over 5,000. I've trained years for a pending war everyone feared would happen sometime soon,” he said looking at Abey. “I've been with Abey throughout her lifetimes. She has seen many wars, felt many pains, and seen even more death and torture.”

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 Manta-Class carrier was never designed for deep-space travel. It was a creature of the atmosphere, a predator of the clouds and the neon-lit canyons of Neo-Tokyo. But as the Siberian ice fell away beneath them, Ren was pushing the ship’s fusion core into the "Red Zone," a dangerous over-clocking of the Miller-tech that caused the cockpit’s holographic displays to flicker with a warning violet light.

“Activate counter-battery fire. Channel convoy two toward the west gate. Collapse the outer barricade once they commit.” Orders flowed rapidly. The estate responded but amid the coordination and calculated defense, I saw something else in him now. He was not suppressing fear, he was managing it, and that difference mattered. Another explosion rocked the compound, closer this time and the screens flickered. Axel reentered the room.“They are hitting harder than expected,” he said. “Convoy three is carrying something heavier than artillery.” Ruin turned sharply.“Define heavier.” “Thermal signatures suggest armor plating beyond standard military grade,” Axel replied. “It might be modified assaul

existence. Avery Vane-Thorne stood on the crumbling concrete of the Detroit docks, watching as a massive, armored carrier—devoid of any pearl-stone or chitin—anchored in the oily water. The ship was a slab of weathered titanium and lead, shielded against the "Somatic-Frequencies" that had defined the rest of the planet for fifty years.

He felt his blood run cold. Superimposed over the radar image of the storm were dozens of bright red contact markers. They weren't weather anomalies. They were machines. A fleet. Circling the outer perimeter of the storm wall was a defensive cordon. Squadrons of automated Hunter-Killer drones. Wings of manned fighter jets. And directly in their path, hovering like a gatekeeper to the underworld, was a massive signature. "Is that..." Marcus squinted at the screen. "An airborne aircraft carrier," Ben confirmed. "The Gungnir. The Council's flagship. It's blocking the entry vector."

he whispered. "No," she said. "I’m evolving." And beneath them, a silent alarm went off in his private comms. Back in Naples. Project EYE had activated itself. Lorenzo blinked. Only one phrase appeared on the HUD: "Second carrier confirmed."