Academy Weapon Replicator Novels & Stories

"Look at their wrists, Killian. Just above the glove line." I zoomed in on the security feed on the primary monitor. On the inside of each warrior’s wrist was a small, circular scar, a surgical port that looked far too much like the ones I had seen in advanced trauma research. These were not magic puppets. This was something much more grounded in the flesh. "They are Echoes," I said, the words feeling like shards of glass in my throat. "They are biological replicas. But Caleb didn't just grow them in a vat from a generic sample."

My fingers brush cold polymer. The Glock. It must have flown out of Drakon’s holster during the roll. I grab it. It feels heavy, a solid weight in a world that has lost its gravity. I check the slide. It’s in battery. The back doors of the van are twisted, hanging open on bent hinges. Through the gap, I see a pair of combat boots stop. A shadow falls over the opening. A Reaper leans down. He peers into the wreckage. He’s wearing a skull mask, his rifle raised.

There was an electric padlock on it, and after a few seconds of her putting in the code, it unlocked. She opened it, and the lights automatically came on inside, revealing all kinds of weapons. There were so many guns. There were also grenades, missile launchers, knives, swords, and spears. And then special stick-like things that could be used to kill a vampire. The list just went on and on. Leon walked over to the blonde girl, and they talked as they tried to find out what they needed. After five minutes, they had made up their minds. They collected their weapons, and one particular one was chosen for the omega before it was brought over to her.

In front of us, a wall of monsters. "Ben!" I shouted over the din of screeching creatures. "The bag! Give me the bag!" "What? My audit reports?" Ben clutched his briefcase. "The other bag! The one with the loot!" I snatched the tactical duffel bag from his shoulder. I ripped the zipper open, dumping out gold bars, ancient jewelry, and... "There," I grabbed a heavy, megaphone-shaped device made of brass and reinforced polymer. It was the "Sterling Industrial Acoustic Pacifier." We had found it in the armory earlier. It was designed for riot control in the company's labor camps.

Each one hit dead center. I nodded approvingly. "It's designed to be precise, no matter the shooter. The recoil is minimal, and it has a secondary mode that allows for a rapid burst of shots in case of close combat." Elijah's lip twitched into a slight smile as he admired the weapon. "Impressive." I took a deep breath, taking pride in how the werewolves gawked at me in surprise. This gun was my masterpiece. I had poured everything into its design. I reached out and took the gun back from him. Before anyone could react, I spun around and pointed it directly at Elijah's chest.

As we held the weapons we had taken, the projector turned on and from the white board mass in front of us we saw the weapons we had taken. "Let's start with Red's weapon." Admiral said and swiped in the air, the picture in front of us was replaced by the picture of Red's weapon. "The weapon Red got was the 9.dy Canyon, a weapon that releases bombs and gun ammunition." Admiral explained and swiped again in the air and there we saw the three buttons on the weapon that Red had picked up. "The first button is for the first skill, it means only minimum power will be released by that cannon, but with each minimum power that will be released the gradual flow of electricity to the second skill." Sai

Neon swirled the dagger around in her hand, her muscles tense, ready to react at any moment, as she swiftly turned towards the direction of the voice. "I said I'm not an enemy!" The person, who turned out to be a boy who looked her age, screamed, raising both hands in fright. Neon's eyes settled on the gun in his trembling hand. It was a famous weapon among werewolf hunters, renowned for its ability to shoot from a long range and its deadly accuracy against even the fastest of werewolves.

"We ride." Mafia Cyprian crushed his cigar out in an ashtray. He reached into his jacket and pulled out two snub-nosed revolvers. "Let's go whack an Emperor." Cyberpunk Cyprian’s red eye flared. His arm transformed into a riot-suppression cannon. "Combat protocols engaged. Target: Anything that isn't my wife." Cyra stood up. She reached behind her back and pulled out her katana from where it had been resting against the chair. The steel sang as she drew it.

Lucas didn’t let a beat pass by, and he reversed towards the abandoned town, leaving dust in the wake of his van. “We need silver bullets.” Declan’s alpha mode was switched on. “We will need all the ammunition you have here.” Lucas parked his van at the back of the house where we stayed the night. He went to the back of the van, opening every drawer in sight, revealing tons of weapons, from high-powered guns, samurai swords, grenades, and even silver shackles. “Everything inside this van is a weapon against werewolves, no offense,” he said and picked up an AK-47.

Are all the weapons stored there? Thirty minutes passed. Malik finally returned with two long-barreled weapons, which Arsenio wanted. "This is the weapon you want. The latest RV 7000 and GM 1000S." Malik put the weapon on the table. Arsenio widened his eyes and nodded slowly then. "Can I touch it?" "Please!" After getting permission, Arsenio touched the two weapons. He stroked it gently, treating the two solid objects like babies. "This is extraordinary. Dad will definitely like it," muttered Arsenio in amazement.