Weird Mha Ships Novels & Stories

POV EMMA BELLE The harbor was a graveyard of broken dreams and twisted metal. Malakai hadn't just brought ships; he had brought an industrial nightmare. From the bowels of the Dreadnought, a new horror had been unleashed: the Iron-Hollows. They were humanoid machines of brass and riveted steel, but they didn't run on coal. Their chest cavities glowed with a sickly, captive violet light—the siphoned essences of shifters who had been captured in the Western Isles.

The first-alert ships—the ones that launched at the first sign of trouble, were kept on the ground level. As they walked, Avi was awestruck by the scale of the operation. Her gaze drifted toward a cordoned-off section where five sleek ships sat under heavy guard. The personnel there wore different uniforms from the rest of the maintenance crews. “Officer Azar,” Avi asked, pointing, “what department do those ships belong to?” Azar followed her gaze and smiled. “Those belong to the Slayers. They have their own crews and their own security detail.” Lees nodded toward a smaller ship off to the right. “And that one?”

“Whose ships? Are they ours? Imperials? Get me ident codes, immediately!” The officer pored through his MFD, but the information he could glean was garbled, scrambled, and incomplete. They were in a half-dead ship after all, and most of their sensors were offline. “No identification, sir, but they’re definitely hostile!” said the officer. “They’re coming in through a Hegemony port signal.” Outside, right where the Einherjar and the Discordians were fighting tooth and nail, space flashed and warped all around them. And when the galaxy spun back into place, what remained were powerful octahedral ships. The same octahedral ships that the Engineer and the Administrator used, and were now owned b