Ace Combat 7 Drone Novels & Stories

I know it’s not the right time to feel turn on, but I’m fucking turn on by the sight of him in action. He settled himself on the edge of the pool, elevated enough to get a good view and covered enough to keep him safe from enemy sight. Placing down his AK47 on the side, he grabbed hold of his M95, securing its bipod on the ground. Laying on his stomach, his broad back facing me, Ace positioned himself like a hound, waiting for his prey to step into his trap. Ace was far enough from the bloodbath awaiting to take place on the beach. However, his men were left no choice but to take cover in the nearby trees. They wouldn’t make it far if they ran refuge to the mansion since it was a three hundr

“They’re already here!” They ran. Reyes was already pulling a jammer from his pack. “If we can cross the ridge, I can broadcast a scramble pulse—” Too late. One of the units slammed into the earth ahead, throwing up soil and metal. A blade unfolded from its side—spindly, gleaming, insectile. It scanned them. > TARGET CONFIRMED: R-113 ASSOCIATES CONTAINMENT: LETHAL The drone lunged. Lucian tackled it mid-air, ripping it off-course—but another landed just behind them.

It was studying him and evaluating. “Not today,” he muttered. Shifting Noa onto one shoulder, Alessio freed his right hand, fingers closing around the cold grip of the sidearm strapped to his thigh. He leveled the muzzle at the drone’s head, his breathing slow, deliberate. The drone didn’t react. Not even a micro-tilt toward the weapon. Then, in one slow ripple across its surface, it… smiled. Not a real smile, not something that touched eyes. It didn't even have just a distortion in its liquid-metal face that gave the impression of one.

We should have realized that no building is truly secure. "Fuckers are using sniper rifles," Ace shouts. "I'll keep them busy, you guys get on the chopper. I've got your back, you get the family safe." The swirling blades above us draws closer, casting a dark shadow of salvation as it hovers above us. It touches down gently on the other side of the rooftop and I watch as several armed solders pile out of the military-grade craft.

"Get the eyes in the air." Giordano nodded, pulling out a sleek, matte-black micro-drone. It was no bigger than his palm, fitted with specialized, sub-zero rotors designed to withstand the freeze. He launched it into the air, and the tiny machine vanished instantly into the white storm, completely invisible to the naked eye. Giordano snapped down the digital visor attached to his helmet. His thumbs moved rapidly over a handheld controller. "Uplink is stable," he gritted out, his voice shaking slightly from the sheer cold. "Feeding the thermal data to your HUD now, Victoria."

His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, the only betrayal of the storm building within him. “Subject: Deceased. Adrium: Not detected.” The lead drone emitted a short, shrill beep, and the others responded with a synchronized retreat, lifting upward like vultures denied a feast. In seconds, they were gone, vanishing into the smog above the ruins. Tunde exhaled slowly. His eyes flicked to the crate. The shard glowed faintly in the shadows like a heart still beating.

“Who told you anything about using my hands?” Right on cue, Herschel returned from outside with a Heckler & Koch MP7. Javier took the rather modest-sized gun from his hand and began to check its magazine. “Ah, Heckler & Koch MP7. A personal defense weapon with low recoil and high accuracy. A very effective gun in all respects, and very mobile as well. Plenty of countries outfit their military with it, including the Naval Special Warfare Development Group of Sammius,” he explained. “Sammius doesn’t do subpar weaponry, senior. So what does that say about this lil’ gun in my hand?

A hand swiftly caught my elbow, steadying me with a frustrated growl. "If you're not going to take the Advil or hydrate yourself then, at the very least, sit the fuck down because I don't plan on being your crutch," he seethed, picking me up and setting me on the cool countertop. Ace began tapping my cheek lightly, "come on, focus baby and just drink the damn water." He, then, grabbed the glass of water on the table and took a large sip of it, "See, I haven't put anything in it. If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't drug you. That would show up in a toxicology report."

I asked sternly. "None Sir." They said which became a que for me to continue what I was saying. "Team Land will be me, Drake group and Paolo group." I opened the folder in the table putted in front of my seat. "You may see the other list on the folder and further informations about the target. Now, the air group will be Grace and Seraf. Hans and Ace will use water as medium. The vehicles and vehicles you will use will be available at our store. You can contact my son Ace to get them along with the weapons and equipments that each group will use. " I stared at Ace as he nods at me.

A proximity alarm blared, a harsh red light drowning out the violet glow. "We have company," Nevan growled, checking the external cameras. Two high-speed tactical drones, sleek and shaped like barracudas, were closing in on us. They didn't have markings, but I didn't need a logo to know who they belonged to. The Ascendancy’s reach wasn't just in the clouds; it was in the trenches. "They're going to ram us," Nevan said, his hands flying over the thruster controls. "Ruby, I can't outmaneuver them in this bubble. You have to get us inside that airlock now."