X Ships Novels & Stories

​The Choice of the Gatekeeper ​"We can't send a machine, and we can't send a child," I said, looking at the Vane-Thorne ship, which had returned to the Sahara and was now being "Upgraded" by the Xylos-vines. The ship was no longer a teardrop of stone; it was a Living-Eye, its hull covered in a shimmering, ocular-quartz that could "See" the resonance of distant stars.

The pirate asked in a deceptively calm tone. "We just not noticed. Just like you, our eyes have been on the shore. Oh look! That ship's mast is tilted. Guess I was right, four ships are in trouble." Xander rubbed his forehead. "I am surrounded by idiots," he mumbled, suddenly missing his former first mate that he had killed for stealing. "Captain?" The first mate asked, not understanding. "One, plus one, plus two, plus one equals five…" the pirate captain was on the edge of losing it as he held up five fingers.

"I want to ask you a question, and please, I want you to be sincere with me. Do you have anything to do with the sinking of my ships?" Xavier asked Sarah, and immediately she furrowed her brows at him in surprise. "What makes you think that I had something to do with the sinking of your ships?" Sarah asked Xavier with furrowed brows while maintaining a smiling face. "I never said you did it; I'm only asking if you did it," Xavier said to Sarah in reply.

Planet FXP-04, Copernicus System, Federal Outer Systems A whole fleet of ships flashed in at the beacon high above Federal eXperimental Planet number four. Two of them were heavy cargo cruisers, and their company’s logo was painted in bright colors along the side. All around them was their hired protection, frigates and fighters and corvettes and mecha. The convoy’s captain - the one inside the lead cargo cruiser - hailed the Naval ships that sat a thousand meters above them. Up there was a cruiser with a three-destroyer escort. Two wings of fighters also flew around and patrolled.

Xu Xiaofei patted Li Xian on the shoulder happily. “Ehm… Going back to the beginning, can I request two ships at once?” Zhou Fu asked turning the conversation around. "Certainly! Of course you can, the troops from Bingdao brought a lot of warships. Let alone two, three or four I will give!" Xu Xiaofei joked proudly. “But I need two ships from different countries. One is a Shamo ship, and the second is a ship from Bingdao country,” said Zhou Fu as he closed his Zuchun hole after being peeked by Xu Xiaofei and Li Xian.

The second woman was almost weeping in her gratitude. “I have twenty-three ships,” he said. “Five more are permanently mapping the waters and following large rivers, so twenty-three, but only six are due back anytime soon,” he drew in and released a breath. “And there is the added problem in that Meguitte in on board of one of the ships.” He looked up. “We will come,” he told them. “And we will give what aid we can.”

When he released Divine Awareness, the conclusion he made was the same with his speculation—In the distant city, the mysterious energy like that on the ships also existed, rejecting Ding Hao's Divine Awareness. The thin monkey-like guy walked to him with an alarmed look. "Brother Hao, there are 131 ships in total. I've checked all of them and found footprints on all of them... And I'm sure the owners belong to the same group. I guess they'd taken things on those ships before us. And, they also left a few limits on the ships. I accidentally touched them just then!" Ding Hao made a slight frown. "Limit?" The thin monkey-like guy quickly added, "Some small formations like a warning device. I gu

a cool, mocking voice drifted from the back of the Council chamber. Xavier stepped out from the heavy shadows, casually swirling a glass of scotch in his hand. His sheer presence instantly turned the air in the room cold, his heavy, oppressive scent of cedarwood and smoky amber completely suffocating my weak aura. "With what ships, little brother? The ones the bank foreclosed on at midnight, or the ones currently sitting docked because you can't afford to pay your maritime fuel ledger?"

Kincaid's quartermaster had spare plates sized close enough, and Xander got into one while Kincaid briefed him on what Sarah's relay had already confirmed. "Henderson's armor caught the convoys in the open ground," Kincaid said. "Standard tracked corvettes, thermal turrets. They're not trying to capture anyone. They're enforcing the embargo the way the Presidium meant it to be enforced." He handed Xander a fresh blade. "Examples. For anyone else thinking about supplying us." "How many transports." "Six, last count. Four already burning." Xander looked at the blade in his hand, still cold from the rack, and thought briefly and uselessly about how tired his arms were and then stopped thinking

He was so shocked that he rubbed his eyes to make sure what he saw was not his imagination. Although the darkness had prevailed, he could clearly see that not a far distance from the beach, many ships were cruising toward them. The ships were all painted black. Under the dim light from the moon, the ships were as massive as a sea monster, and they were full of people standing on board. They all had muscular bodies, and they held long sabers in their hand, looking very fierce and undefeatable. The leading ship had a giant flag. It was raised more than a few feet high above with three words written on it.