Ace Combat 7 Drone Novels & Stories

Security improvements detailed. Through it all, I kept watching the sky. Waiting for the next attack. The next threat. But nothing came. Just those papers scattered across the grass. A message of hate that had ultimately failed. After the ceremony, Agent Chen approached. "We found the drone operator. Local extremist. He's in custody." "Let me guess. Claims he was just trying to scare people. Didn't mean any harm." "Exactly. They always say that. Right up until someone dies." "What happens to him?"

A loud thwack echoed through the cabin, followed by the screech of metal on metal. "What was that?" Elena gasped, her eyes snapping open. "Drone strike," Alexander cursed, checking his side mirror. "Small-caliber. They aren't trying to blow us up, yet they’re trying to disable the tires." Elena looked back. Three sleek, black drones the size of hawks were diving from the clouds, their wings glinting in the sun. They didn't make a sound, moving with the eerie silence of Vance technology. "I can take them," Elena said, reaching for the dashboard. "If I can get a lock on their frequency."

“They’ll come again. And if they find you, they’ll use you. You don’t understand what you are.” “I’m not leaving without answers.” Drayke wiped the blood from his lip, his voice low but steady. “Then you’ll get them from me. Because I’m done letting him speak for you.” They locked eyes again, the promise of another fight simmering just beneath the surface. And then The alley lights flickered. Once. Twice. Caelum’s head snapped up. “We’re not alone.” Before anyone could move, a drone screamed down from above, red targeting lasers sweeping across the ground. The air filled with the sound of spinning rotors and a mechanical voice:

If I fired, I’d kill Armando too. "Damn it." I spun the drone around. I smashed the Chimera through the bridge window. Glass shattered inward in a glittering storm. The drone landed on the deck of the bridge, crushing the tactical map. The downdraft from the rotors blew papers and debris everywhere. The crew hit the deck, screaming. The cockpit canopy hissed and slid open. I unstrapped myself. I stood up in the cockpit, towering over them. I was wearing jeans, a bloody t-shirt, and a leather jacket. I held a pistol in one hand.

The Dragon Guards looked up at the sky. However, they saw nothing but clouds. "That's just a trick!" they sneered. In the next moment, their expression changed drastically. A combat aircraft suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Hang on—it didn’t appear out of nowhere. This was a sixth generation stealth fighter, the newest model of Drakonia's combat aircraft! The combat aircraft dove downward and circled above their heads with guided missiles attached. A log hauler soon arrived, and stopped far away. The shells were raised and aimed at them.

She leaped into the air, firing downward onto the drone’s fuel cell. BOOM. Silence fell over the ruined penthouse, broken only by the sparking wires and the distant sirens of corporate security. "We have ninety seconds before the Trauma Team and Tyger Claws show up," Cyprian said, holstering his smoking weapon. "My AV is on the roof hanger. Can you fly a corporate Aerodyne?" "I can fly anything with an ignition sequence," Vespera said, wiping blood from a cut on her cheek—real blood, mixing with the rain blowing in.

Natural wings definitely couldn't do that, she thought. Adolf smiled unabashedly as he floated back into the air. He looked towards where Megan and Dennis stood and winked at them like they could see it- they didn't, by the way- before charging forward to meet the guns with a smirk that seemed to say, "My turn." "Drones, activate attack sequence," the AI commanded when it sensed Adolf move and the drones immediately swarmed around him in a pattern that made it seemly difficult for him to move in any direction without coming against more than two of them at a time.

The yellow solvent was pouring out now making thick choking clouds that were eating away at the stone walls. "Elowen, the ceiling!" Ryker said. Three drones came out of the elbow joint. They used the pressure of the yellow solvent to blast themselves out of the arms upper forearm avoiding Vesper. They climbed up the stone pillars like brass insects, their spinning saws making a noise that hurt my teeth. "I’ve got the wall!" Kaelen said. He jumped onto the stone mantle, his sword swinging in a wide arc. The frost on the sword hit the lead wall-crawler freezing its metal gears. The thermal shock broke the drone into pieces that fell onto the floor.

Before the men could raise their rifles, the low, mechanical hum of a high-speed drone filled the air. It wasn't a standard consumer drone. It was a custom-built, heavy-duty quadcopter Leo had spent the last three months modifying with parts stolen from Frost Industries’ robotics division. And it was currently hovering twenty feet above the mercenaries, carrying a highly modified payload. "Target lock acquired," Leo’s voice announced calmly over the speakers. The drone didn't fire bullets. It fired two heavy-duty industrial tear gas canisters, dropping them directly into the center of the mercenary squad. The canisters detonated upon impact, releasing a thick, blinding cloud of highly concen

"Fine. But we're going in hot. The Architect has security drones. Fast ones." "I have a hacker," Silas said, looking up at the sky. "Don't I?" As if on cue, a shadow swept over them. A heavy-lift cargo drone, massive and black, descended from the clouds. It hovered above the boat. "Hello, Silas," the Ghost’s voice boomed from a speaker on the drone. "I brought some toys. Look up." The drone lowered a cable. Attached to the end were four high-grade assault rifles and two heavy suits of tactical body armor.