Warframe Carrier Novels & Stories

Sophia pointed at the display. “The carrier is still operational.” Victor confirmed the reading. “It’s damaged… but still moving.” Emma whispered, “That’s impossible.” Victor shook his head. “It’s not a normal warship.” Lewis stared at the radar signal. The carrier had slowed, but it was still descending. Daniel cursed. “You’re telling me five missile hits didn’t kill it?” Sophia spoke quietly. “That’s the Leviathan-class.” Lewis frowned. “Leviathan?” Sophia nodded. “The Covenant’s most advanced deep-sea assault platform.”

Of “shadow networks undermining stability.” Malcolm wasn’t attacking the thread. He was attacking its credibility. Then came the hunters. Not singular. Not surgical. Three deployments within twelve hours. São Paulo. Warsaw. Osaka. Each hunter targeted a carrier who had publicly resisted Bastion alignment. Each one left devastation in its wake. Buildings fractured. Infrastructure warped. Casualties rising. The predators weren’t there to kill carriers. They were there to make their survival cost too much. Riven watched footage from São Paulo in silence.

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."

“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.

"Route all remaining Zero-Point energy into the capacitors! Blind its eyes and buy us time to fall back!" "Commander, if we overcharge the main gun, the carrier's propulsion systems will temporarily stall!" Kenji yelled frantically. "Then use the emergency thrusters to push us back into the stratosphere!" Sebastian scooped Harper up into his arms, sprinting toward the carrier's internal blast shelter. "Fire!" [Wrath of the Gods] The heavy ventral armor of the Hyperion slowly slid open. A massive railgun, forged entirely from alien nanolaminate alloy, extended its barrel. Blinding cyan energy violently converged at the muzzle, compressing the surrounding air so intensely that the atmosphere v

and for that you will need a crew. Trevor: Wait, I will need papers... clearances. Bob: I have that covered; you just need to sign on the dotted line. Bob hands Trevor a file-case. The case contains two things; a blueprint for a star-carrier type ship, and a ship's core log. Bob: I am hiding The ITALICA in that... you name her using the core log. Trevor: Six subparts that hide a battle cruiser... detachable and can fly alone when needed.

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