Ace Combat 7 Drone Novels & Stories

"I'm going to drown it." The drone fired.

By the time he took his seat, the data stream had entered his visor. “Thirty civilians dead, property loss at 50,000 credts, perpetrators are armed and dangerous. Lethal force is suggested.” Firing up the bike, he checked the drone’s live feed. The spiredeck’s main street was swarming with gang bangers. Armed to the teeth, they created a blockade of dumpsters and burned out cars. There were dead bodies on the street, their corpses glistening with glowing craters left by energy weapons. “Control, Priv Sec on Agbayani?”

The drone’s sensors whirred, trying to track the sudden vertical movement, but it was too slow. Ashren came down like an anvil. His four massive paws slammed into the sleek silver chassis of the drone. The metal buckled under his weight. His jaws opened, revealing teeth the size of daggers, and he bit down directly on the right repulsor engine. There was a shower of blue sparks, the screech of tearing metal, and the drone immediately lost lift. Ashren kicked off the dying machine, sending it spiraling into the snow below, and landed gracefully on a jutting ledge of ice.

Down on the rain-slicked flagstones, Rhys was moving through a relentless, high-intensity kinetic calibration routine. He was bare-chested, the **Apex Core** gleaming like living starlight over his heart. Across the yard, four heavy automated sparring chassis—titanium-plated combat drones loaded with high-density kinetic hammers—surrounded him in an aggressive kill-box pattern. "Quadrant three, engage!" Torin shouted from the lower control panel. Two drones lunged simultaneously, their mechanical limbs blurring into a fury of lethal strikes.

she says. Nobody laughed. “By order of the United Nations Supernatural Accords and Emergency Resolution 47, all hostile actions are to cease immediately. The Architect organization has been declared a terrorist entity. Surrender or face lethal force.” Savannah’s remaining elites drop their weapons. The colossal drone shudders overhead. Its green core flickers violently as the regulators’ jamming systems flood the battlefield. Smaller drones begin dropping from the sky. A grinding whine echoes across the valley as the massive machine loses stability and starts to descend. The final swarm breaks formation, drones hovering harmlessly as their command signal is jammed.

He decided that he would get back to the war that was happening knowing Runa would take care of Ryan. Nodding as he started to follow Ace, Charlie says, “Unfortunately yes. We don’t know where they keep coming from but as time progresses, they get stronger. We need you Alpha.” Ace nodded as he went outside to the chaos. He looked at his pack members and shifted into his great black wolf, standing taller than the rest. ‘I’m sorry for being late. Now, let’s get these damn demons out of our land.’ He mind-linked them all and they all howled as they got serious.

"Ren... the drone feed. Looking north, down Aegis Boulevard. I'm routing it to your HUD." Ren flipped the smart-scope down over his right eye, syncing it to the drone’s optical feed. The image resolved. Through the Sector 7 smog, two miles down the massive, neon-lit avenue, something was moving toward them. It was taking up all six lanes of the street. It was a Behemoth-Class Siege Platform.

" Abel cried, rolling down to the ground, as the drones started shooting at him. He stood up and started running towards the opposite direction. Bullets hitting the ground few inches behind his feet. . "Cory why??? How in the fuck am I suppose to avoid drones with 90% shooting accuracy." Abel thought inwardly, sprinting faster and harder, panting harder too. "When last did I run this fast?!" He pointed his gun to the back at the drones, without looking at them. And he shot twice. One of the drones dropped dead to the ground. "Luckily my shooting accuracy is 88%." Abel smirked. "One down, three to go."

Now, she looked like she was born for this. "I’m not walking into a meat grinder, Brielle," I said, pulling out a pair of sleek, carbon-fiber drones. They were small, no bigger than a dinner plate, but they were packed with more tech than most fighter jets. "I’m bringing the cavalry. These are Mk. IV scout-variants. They’ve got thermal mapping and localized acoustic sensors. If someone is breathing on the floor, these things will find them before we even step out of the elevator." I also pulled out a small, metallic cylinder that looked like a high-end thermos.

With Nancy's sudden outburst, the stadium instantly became chaotic. No one had expected anyone to demand a retest in such a rigorously controlled competition. Ariel turned to look at her. Nancy's eyes were ice-cold. She remained in disbelief. Even now, Ariel could still outscore her? She refused to believe or accept it. Chad glanced at the big screen. The national stadium was huge, fully capable of hosting live drone operations. These weren't ordinary consumer drones. They were top-tier models, including military-grade types that had already been released publicly. Each utilized different system codes, allowing the judges to evaluate overall performance.