Warframe Carrier Novels & Stories

Somito’s voice was filled with a sudden, eerie relief. "They're not following because they know what's coming," Nomo realized, his eyes widening as he looked at the radar. A massive, purple blip had appeared directly above them, descending from the highest strata of the atmosphere. It wasn't a Flyer. It was a "Void-Cruiser," a heavy-class warship of the Royal Navy. It looked like a floating cathedral of bone and iron, its underside glowing with the ominous light of a dozen massive cannons. "Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me," Somito whispered.

Their impressive bodies move with grace and strength, their scales glistening in the water as they swim in perfect synchronization. The carriage, carrying the princesses and their belongings, occupies the center of the formation. Markous, situated at the front as the driver, guides the carriage with expertise. His Merguard-issued trident, made of a silver alloy, rests at his side, a symbol of his authority as a guardian and a formidable weapon in his skilled hands.

Slowly and gracefully the three ships joined formation with the massive supercarrier. Though the Invictus with its three kilometers length was an impressive sight for anyone to see. She was simply a speck, however, compared to the majestic might of the Twenty Kilometer long vessel. The differences didn't end there. The Invictus was mostly smooth and, aside from a few main turrets and the lines of Point-defence Guns, had a flat and sleek appearance. Ark Imperial was littered with 'small' turrets. Small being at least tens of meters high and wide which boasted multiple barrels per turret, the ventral section mounting dozens of skyscraper-sized antennae for fire direction of the vast array of w

The command carrier's interior was cramped in the way that armored command vehicles were cramped — every centimeter allocated to function rather than comfort, the equipment taking the space that human comfort would otherwise claim. Xander had expected a division commander. The figure at the central console was not a standard division commander. Draven was older than the briefing files had described, or the briefing files hadn't captured something that was apparent in person. He was hooked into the console the way Moss had been hooked into the amplifier, but with less hardware — two contact points, both at his wrists, running to the secondary broadcast array that was built into the carrier's

That was until the Temple of War rose to prominence, their carrier fleet quickly outpacing the rest, propelling the Wyverna Navy to new heights of power, even surpassing Umbracia's formidable force. The Giant Whale and Wild Wave carrier groups were Umbracia's pride, their power rivaling even the Lord of War's own carrier fleet, serving as the linchpin of Umbracia's naval dominance. Together, those two groups boasted over a hundred state-of-the-art warships, armed with the deadliest weapons of the age: autocannons, precision missiles, ballistic missiles, advanced anti-air defenses, and laser cannons that could cut through steel like butter. It was not an overstatement to say that the Giant Wh

The six assault transports that had brought them into the Null-Zone were wreckage. What Elias Vorn had available in functional condition was a fleet of four analogue-engine cargo carriers, heavy and unglamorous and completely reliable, the kind of vessels that the Archon's industrial programme had standardised for continental supply runs precisely because they required nothing beyond combustion fuel and a competent pilot to function. Reyes looked at them on the deployment floor of the Citadel's south hangar and said, "We are going into a geothermal fortress in Iceland in cargo trucks with wings."

Outside the viewports, the bay doors of the seventy-two star-fortresses opened. Five hundred sleek, multi-environment fighter craft—forged from meteor-steel and equipped with dragon-scale solar wings and abyssal pulse cannons—erupted into space like a swarm of brilliant shooting stars! At the lead of the first interceptor wing was Squad Triad One, commanded by the Academy’s finest graduate officers: Kael the wolf shifter, Lin the dragon-blade weaver, and Nereus the trench guardian! Cadet Commander Kael’s voice boomed over the ship’s comms, supremely confident: “Triad One to Vanguard Fleet! Shadow shield up! Dragon-fire charging! Trench cannons ready! Show these Void-Swarm bastards what the M

“Bandit!” “Oh, sweetheart! Are you okay? Did that motherfucker touch you?” “No. He said his buyer wanted me untouched,” she said, and her whole body shuddered. “We got the bastard,” Bandit said, and she visibly relaxed against him. The door opened again and Nitro strode toward them. “Wrath, fuck man. We owe you.” “That’s Wrath?” Caroline asked incredulously. “You sent Wrath to find me?” “He’s the best at finding what others can’t,” Bandit said.

The clearing glowed with the twinkling fairy lights that adorned every tree, and the torches that had been lit along the path to illuminate the participants' way. Brand stood in front of the Yggdrasil feeling like his throat was being constricted by a stiff collar rather than a soft tunic. He wore a bearskin over one shoulder to symbolize strength and protection. He was also glad of its warmth as the first snows had started to fall just in the last week. He huffed as Brodi clapped him on the shoulder. "Nervous yet?" he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested.

It used my stone-hate to rip through the Carrier’s firewalls, turning my necrotized nerves into a high-speed data-shuttle. I saw the Carrier’s internal logic—not as code, but as a living ribcage of steel. I saw the weakness in their thermal stabilizers. "Kael!" I roared at the speakers. "I’m in! Reroute the city’s reactor output into my arm! Use me as the bridge!" “Aria... it... will... incinerate... your... remaining... marrow...” Kael’s ghost-voice erupted from the vents, a desperate, digitized warning.