Yautja Ship Novels & Stories

the woman screamed, her amber eyes flickering. "I’m giving you exactly what you asked for," Aradaa said. The ship began to buckle. The biological tissue was tearing, unable to contain the weight of a thousand species. It let out a roar of its own—a wet, mechanical sound—as it began to plummet toward the jungle. Kaelor dragged himself out of the surf, coughing up salt water. He looked at the falling ship, then at Aradaa, who was glowing so bright he was almost invisible. "Aradaa! Stop! It’s going to explode!"

Every movement felt like it required a lot of effort and concentration. She looked at the center of the ship's bridge, where the windows were shattered into thousands of pieces. The ship's automation system was still intact, its iron legs bolted to the deck. Its face was no longer blank. A stream of ink was flowing from a crack in its forehead and it looked like the kind of ink Elara's father used to draw maps. "The grounding worked, " Jasmine said, crawling towards Elara. "The capital did not just lose power. Look at the return line. Look at what you pulled out of the ground."

They were even more shameless and spineless than the Harusame family. In just a moment, the ship stopped about three hundred meters away from Tyr’s vessel. Even though they stopped and dropped anchor, the waves the ship created managed to violently rock Tyr’s ship. It took a while for the ship to regain its balance. Tyr stood at the bow of his ship and looked up at Kito, the Phantom Samurais, and the few dozens of machine guns trained at him. He despised the feeling of looking up at people and having countless guns trained at him. However, there was nothing he could do. It would only take less than a minute for the machine guns to rip through his ship.

Just nodded once and disappeared to pack the few things I had brought for her. The yacht waited at the private dock below the cliff. Sixty feet of sleek black and chrome. Bulletproof glass. Hidden compartments stocked with enough firepower to start a small war. Crew of eight. All loyal. All silent. Elena stepped aboard barefoot. Wind caught the hem of her sundress—simple white cotton I had chosen because it would look perfect against her skin later. She walked straight to the bow, leaned against the railing, and stared at the horizon like she could outrun whatever was coming.

Arya Santanu was still describing Makara's shape as a whale. "Its mouth is like a crocodile, its trunk is like an elephant, and its legs are like fish fins. But there are also those who say that it has a long body like a snake." Ki Janggan Nayantaka said this with a serious look on his face. The big waves were getting closer to the ship. Banyu Sangkala held the rudder firmly. Together with the other crew members, he prepared for the big waves. "Oh, no." Ki Janggan Nayantaka held on tightly to the ship's mast.

It was morning but still dark. Everyone was awake and head to the Inverse harbor where they would go on a boat to the Island. When they arrived, they were shocked to see it. It is no ordinary boat. It is a warship. To say it is large is an understatement. It is blocking the view. To make a comparison, it is the same size as a cruise ship. They could've teleport there, especially since Cai Kang knows what it looks like and how to get there, but according to Yuto, their safety measures are so effective that if they teleport by water without warning, the water will melt their skin off and all of them will be deemed as intruders. As for the size of the ship, the envoy did say that it was a forme

She tapped the screen. Miles away in the Brooklyn dry docks, the massive, three hundred foot stealth yacht violently responded. The heavy steel mooring lines automatically detached. The massive, analog sub engines roared to life, generating a deafening, terrifying hum that entirely shook the concrete warehouse. The ship didn't just detach; the heavily armored lower hull instantly flooded, dropping the yacht deep into the dark, freezing waters of the Atlantic channel, completely submerging its lower decks into a tactical lockdown. In the back of the speeding armored SUV, Zara's encrypted terminal violently buzzed.

She pulled herself over the rusted railing, collapsing onto the metal grating of the maintenance walkway just as Julian drew his suppressed sidearm, his silver eyes scanning the shadows of the darkened deck. ​The ship was eerily quiet. Apart from the thunderous roar of the diesel engines churning deep within the hold, there were no signs of life on the open decks. Silas Vane’s maritime front company didn't employ standard sailors; the vessel was automated, operated by a skeleton crew of cybernetic technicians and a localized network of defensive security systems. ​"The main communications shack is directly beneath the bridge structure," Lyra said, her voice shaking from the freezing cold as

CHAPTER 269 ~3RD PERSON POV~ Mary and Cortana arrived at Yajurveda on a speedboat. The island was very large and was covered in nothing but grass. There were no trees or significantly large bushes, just knee-level grass. Mary scanned through the landscape with her eyes, looking to see if she would find anything moving on the land, but they were still too far away from it for her to be able to see anything clearly. Cortana, on the other hand, just sat quietly in the boat, awaiting the moment where she would meet her ancestor, Yuna Teragon. She wondered about her significance to the mission and what it would mean for her to meet Yuna.

***** Four days ago, we departed on one of the boats Travis and Rhett left behind, from a western shore of Asiarian. Something we had never figured out, was how Orion and his army of rogues and crawlers got around the realm so fast. Boats: Supercharged 80-foot yachts for the higher-ups and smaller cargo ships that had custom-built engines that were faster than a regular boat, with upgraded GPS and tracking equipment. I bet King Kellen’s top tech, Damon, would have a field day with these.