Yautja Ship Novels & Stories

The Core imploded. The shockwave didn't produce fire; it produced a vacuum of sound and light. For three seconds, the entire Jade fleet was plunged into a total eclipse. When the light returned, the flagship was sinking, its spine snapped. Vanya was gone, her armor found later as a heap of melted glass on the deck. The remaining Jade ships, seeing their flagship fall to a power they couldn't even quantify, didn't stay to fight. They cut their vine-anchors and fled into the deep mist, their solar-sails flickering like dying embers.

That was when the alarm sounded and the Vamoos knew something was after him. * * * Jyro tried one of the chairs, discovered that it was uncomfortable, and chose to stand. There was nothing to see at first except the thick, swirling clouds. They were yellow and appeared rather dense. The deck tilted, he grabbed a chair back for support, and saw a flash of what? Metal? The scout turned toward the right, and the clouds parted to reveal a ship. A strange ship consisting of clustered cylinders and supply outriggers. Now the prospector understood. The Sham vessel needed fuel... And was about to take it.

Yuriel stood at the prow of Naglfari, the Jotun Queen’s ship made of human nails, a cursed gift of Ragnarok from her father, as it swelled in the Northern Sea. Steel beams and old rotted wood held the keratin of dead men stripped of their cuticles together, and it stank of rotten meat.

They frantically scan the area, ready for whatever is coming our way. The other half rushes to pull back my brother. They seem to be perfectly trained for this kind of situation. “Get off me, you buffoon,” River mumbles, pushing the guard away and getting out, eyes on the destroyed yacht a couple of meters from the shoreline. Engulfed in flames and black smoke, the Scott VII is no more. Jackson hurries and hides River behind him, while three guards cover their rear. Pow! Boom! More small explosions. Flaming pieces of metal wheel through the sky.

The yacht was a fortress—sleek, black, and utterly silent, protected by a dense, oscillating sonar field. Using the single-use kinetic dampener provided by Kian, Elias bypassed the immediate defense perimeter. She then deployed a specialized climbing device, ascending the sheer hull of the Valkyrie, her movements fluid and ghost-like. She breached the main deck and moved to the central command bridge, expecting an armed reception. Instead, she found Anya Petrova waiting for her.

- An hour later, they boarded a yacht called Destiny. It used to be named The Pax after Pax Jaric, but was rechristened after the Jaric family estate changed hands. Jada Turin actually tried to have it renamed to Lugh, but Frank did not like showing off, so she had to choose an alternative. Still, it was quite the famous yacht. The rapids of Yellowrun were infamously impossible for ships to cross, but the Destiny was streaking through it without issue, a testament to its design and engineering.

With every inch it moved, my chest felt tighter, my body as if it were being torn apart. Anna’s image filled my mind and my heart completely. I was leaving her behind, even though I did not want to. And yes, it hurt more than I could bear. “After this, we’ll disembark in East Asia, sir, then transfer to another ship,” Yuri said, concern evident in his voice. “Are you sure you’re okay with such a long sea journey?” Perhaps he noticed how pale and grim my face looked. Or maybe it was the number of cigarettes I had already smoked before the ship even departed.

"The assault craft are fueled and waiting at the Marina South Pier, Mr. Vance. Let us go reclaim your fleet." ​Julian laced his fingers through Maya’s, pulling her close against his side as they stepped into the lead armored vehicle, ready to wage war on the dark waters of the Malacca Strait.

Jago ran toward us, his face grimy with oil and sweat. "Zora! We’ve got the 'Void-Mines' set in the water, but they’ve got 'Pulse-Burners' on those ships!" Jago yelled over the roar of the ocean. "We're holding a knife to a gunfight!" "Then we change the rules of the fight," I said, stepping off the shuttle. I looked up. The clouds were parting, revealing the massive, white-gold hull of the South Spire flagship, the Ascension. It was beautiful and terrible, a floating mountain of corporate arrogance. And I knew she was on the bridge. Elena.

James nodded and said, “Yeah. It’s just that I don’t know how many powerhouses Yui of the Yeftero Race will bring. If he doesn’t bring many powerhouses, we will kill them all. If he brings an army, we’ll cancel the plan.” Yuvin said, “Let’s do it. Who will attack? Even though we’re in the Dark World with boundless darkness surrounding us, we still need to act our part.” James glanced at Qiyana and said, “You’ll attack with Qairo and Maddox.” Qiyana nodded. Then, James and the others went down the flying battleship and erased all traces. The flying battleship of the Mevryee continued to fly. While flying, it was intercepted. An intense battle erupted in the dark.