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Star Trek Class Of Ships

Into the stars

It all began in the grim aftermath of a devastating mech war on the desolate planet Virelia-7. The battlefield stretches endlessly beneath twin suns, littered with the ruined remains of massive mechanical titans and fallen warriors. Amid this vast graveyard of steel and death, a lone 15-year-old boy awakens—injured, disoriented, and alone. His body is battered, his clothes tattered, and his memory is gone. He doesn’t know his name, where he came from, or what side he fought for. All he remembers is the sky. Around him, war machines lie shattered, their pilots still strapped in their death positions. Clan insignias—the lion’s head torn in half and the twin-bladed wing—decorate broken steel, but they mean nothing to him. He wanders the wreckage in confusion, haunted by the stillness of it all, until hunger drives him into action. Strange scavenger creatures called Black Ravines pick at the corpses. Birdlike in shape but entirely alien, with bone-hooked limbs and oily feathers, they feast on the dead without fear. Desperate, the boy tries to hunt one but fails. On instinct, he plays dead, and when one comes close, he kills it with a shard of mech metal and devours it raw, choking through nausea to survive. Unbeknownst to him, his mind is fractured into three entities:1) The Amnesiac Self – the current version of him, living moment to moment on raw survival instinct. 2) The Aggressive Voice – violent, impulsive, and bloodthirsty. It tempts him to surrender control for power. 3) The Calculative Voice – cold, brilliant, and tactical. It watches from within, feeding him strategic thoughts and survival data when he’s close to death.
Adu_Wisdom · 1.1K Views

Citizen Among the Stars- I have a system that lets me make ships?!?!

The sky over Karvess was the color of rust. Thick, swirling dust clouds hung low over the scrap fields, coating everything in a layer of fine, red powder. Jagged heaps of broken metal stretched as far as the eye could see, the discarded bones of an age long past. Somewhere in the middle of it all, a boy named Grant sat atop a gutted transport hull, staring up at the vastness above. "Same old sky," he muttered, running a hand through his dirty blond hair. "Same old nothing." It had been six years since he'd been left to fend for himself, abandoned in this wasteland of shattered starships and forgotten tech. Six years of scraping by, salvaging parts to trade for food, dodging scavengers meaner and hungrier than he was. But today was different. Today, his life would change forever. A sharp hum filled the air, making the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His hands, buried in the exposed circuitry of a wrecked cockpit, tingled as the old display flickered to life. Then, a voice spoke. -System activated- Hello, user. I am the Star Navigator System. I am at your service. Grant froze. His heart hammered against his ribs. This wasn’t just any old ship AI. Star Navigators were rumored to be relics of the Pre-Imperial Era, capable of piloting ships faster and smarter than any modern system. This... this could be his way out. "Star Navigator System?" Grant echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, a slow grin spread across his face. "Huh, maybe I can get into the Academy with this... Or even, create an army!" The screen pulsed with light, scanning him, assessing. Somewhere in its code, something shifted, acknowledging him as its new pilot. And just like that, Grant's future stretched wide before him—wider than the skies, wider than the stars themselves.
hizzage · 3.4K Views
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