Warframe Infestation On Ship Novels & Stories

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.

"So we aren't just misfits. We’re the border patrol." "We’re the only ones who can see them coming," Aradaa said. He stood up, his legs still a bit shaky. "We need to weaponize the ship, Kaelor. Not for conquest. For vigilance. We turn the Ark into a fortress." As they began to explore the lower decks, searching for old Syndicate ordnance, they stumbled upon a section of the ship that had been sealed by biometric locks. "My mother’s clearance," Aradaa whispered, pressing his hand to the glass.

Death expected within 30 seconds! [If the Female Protagonist dies, this world will enter an irreversible self-destruction sequence. Within twenty-four hours, the entire dimension will collapse into a black hole. All living beings will cease to exist forever!] The System’s warning exploded in my ears like nonstop sirens, but I felt nothing. I lay motionless on the ground, staring blankly upward like a corpse whose soul had been ripped away. Scenes from the past replayed before my eyes one after another.

As if my brain respected effort. Before I could tell him it did not work like that, he dropped the real bomb. “And both of you need to get off this ship. The sooner, the better.” I went completely still. “Why?” He stepped closer, his face tense in the dim light. “Because Scars rigged the whole thing. He had his men plant explosives in the lower hull and the engine compartments. We don't know when he is going to trigger it, but we only have one night left before we dock. It could happen at any time.”

… The night was already deep when the crown prince and his army reached Dacria's mighty fortress. Shocked and overwhelmed, the Dacrian soldiers' morale began to drop just by the sight of their enemies. None of them expected that the crown prince would come at them at full force. He did not just bring with him the mighty imperial army but also three out of the five fearsome half-blood Aliens.

The man rasped "it's not dead!" The warning came rather too late, whatever rhe energy had done to the creature had fed off whatever miasma that was clinging off it "Too late boy" The creature in the fallen girl howled "You're all dead" The sound of bones cracking filled the air aa the demon decided to go all out, black serrated spikes lined it's arms dripping with a blackish liquid that hissed and burned it's way through the ground "Black Venom!" Shay hissed "touch it amd we are goners!"

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.

The flickering silver flames singed the liquid away. “We can’t stay in this hallway!” Ezekiel screamed. “The whole ship is infected!” “What of Rosette?” I said. “What of Sven?” I was chilled by the thought of seeing either of them mutated into one of these things. Alkin didn’t respond. It seemed he couldn’t speak. Wide-eyed, he squeezed and squeezed the trigger of his gun, but it wasn’t firing. “Alkin,” I said, touching his shoulder. “You need to reload.”

I sprang to my feet in shock, my mind blurring from a hunch. My god! The entire ship was covered in corrupted Yiki, every inch of it going berserk in its search for human hosts. And every human on the ship was their target.

"I'm in." He looked at his hands. They weren't the gloved hands of Wraith. They were wireframes. He hadn't loaded his skin yet. He was a ghost in the machine. Ren tried to summon his menu. A jagged, torn window appeared. PROJECT_REVERSAL: ACTIVE. INFECTION RATE: 14%. "Fourteen percent," Ren whispered. "It's spreading." He looked around the broken Lobby. In the corner, where the "Training Bots" usually stood, there was something else.