Ace Combat 7 Drone Novels & Stories

Its red optical sensor locked onto Elara. "Jax! Cole! Watch out!" Elara screamed, but her voice was swallowed by the gale. The spider-drone lunged, its carbon-fiber legs snapping toward Kael’s head. In that moment, Elara didn't reach for the ice. She reached for her Adrenaline. She swung her body out over the three-thousand-foot drop, hanging by a single hand, and kicked the drone's sensory array with her heavy leather boot. The drone faltered, its magnetic grip slipping on the frosted metal. It plummeted into the darkness, its red eye fading into a tiny spark before vanishing.

Draven refused to yield, and neither did Ace. As the fight continued, I could easily tell that Ace was merely teasing Draven. The calculated way he moved told me that if he truly wanted to end this match, he could have defeated his brother instantly. My suspicions were completely confirmed when I caught sight of Ronan, Ace’s right-hand man, quietly slipping into the arena notice-free. With a final, devastating blow, Ace struck Draven, knocking him completely unconscious onto the dirt. The referee stepped forward, declaring Ace the undisputed winner.

A compact drone, its rotors folded. He activated it. The drone, matte black and no larger than a fist, unfolded with a barely audible whir. It lifted from his palm, hovering like a malevolent insect. Winters manipulated a tiny controller strapped to his wrist. The drone shot forward, silent as an owl, hugging the rock face, disappearing from their thermal view. Seconds ticked by. The Viper patrol continued their methodical sweep along the ledge below. One paused, scanning upward with his NVGs. Leo held his breath, finger resting beside the HK’s trigger guard.

“If we have to retreat, we drag as many as we can physically carry. I don’t care if it slows us; I’m not leaving warm bodies in her sandbox.” “Copy,” Tessa said. “Two released,” Rowan said, breath coming fast. “Three—” The first of the heavy drones rounded the corner—twice the size of the earlier ones, bristling with gun ports and sensor clusters. It glowed faintly in Aria’s overlay—active, hostile, and very interested. Kael opened fire. Metal shrieked as rounds sparked off armor. The drone returned fire, the chamber filling with the staccato scream of automatic weapons.

He tumbled over as his body shook from the electricity. This allowed the two drones to focus solely on the enemy drone. They hammered it with electrostatic shocks over and over again until it completely powered down and fell to the ground. The fight didn’t exactly go unnoticed - the last SSS fire team was across the way when the fighting started happening. They began to run back around the moment they realized their team was down. Without skipping a beat, Azrael and Claire ran up the ramp and into Amelia, the two drones flew in right behind. After a few moments, the ramp raised up just as the airlock sealed itself with a satisfying HISS.

“I’m glad you brought that up, Lord Byron. You won’t just be dodging the drone’s attacks. You have to go up against me while being attacked. I already edited the code so that the drones would only attack you.” “W-wouldn’t that be dangerous? Going up against you will surely take a lot out of our concentration, we are bound to get shot.” I told him. “The drones look like it fires actual bullets and not laser lights.” “They’re paint bullets so don’t worry.” He assured me. “But I have to warn you, they still hurt. The maximum limit of getting shot is 5 times each. If either of you gets eliminated, then you both lose. The drill will last for 15 minutes. Make sure to survive until then so you won’

Aria turned without hesitation, lifting Emilio from his crib and rolling toward the reinforced wall. BOOM. The window blew inward. Shards flew like razors. One sliced her cheek. She didn’t stop moving. Alarms shrieked. Gas hissed from vents. Protocol 19-A: breach, non-verbal entry, likely airborne toxin deployment. Aria wrapped Emilio in her coat, body curled around him. The drone dropped. It was small. Spherical. The size of a melon. Silent. Until the eye turned red. Aria flung herself over Emilio.

Moving fast over the Canadian shield. "Drone?" "Too big," Jace said. "It's hugging the terrain. Nap-of-the-earth flight. It's under the radar net." "Identify," I ordered. Jace tapped the keys. "It's... it's not a vehicle, sir. It has a heartbeat." The proximity alarm screamed. INCOMING. NORTH WALL. I looked out the window. A streak of gray fire tore through the night sky. It didn't aim for the gate. It didn't aim for

“We need to move. Now.” Elias stepped forward, his gaze unwavering. “We’ll fight. We won’t let this end here.” The drones advanced, their movements precise and deadly. Null fired first, sending a series of EMP pulses into the oncoming swarm. The drones faltered for a moment before recovering, their systems adapting rapidly. “We’re outnumbered,” Damien said, his voice tight. “But we can’t back down. We fight until the end.” They charged, weapons drawn, the sound of gunfire echoing through the chamber as the battle for the heart of Aetheris began.