Anakin Skywalker Robotic Hand Novels & Stories

"Like I know he's scary as shi.t, but this seems overboard." "Well we found out he gave himself super strength. He has devices that can hurt lycans and he is able to inebriate shadow weavers from using their shadows. He has given himself other strong abilities as well, and it turns out he had been working on robotic soldiers. I feel all these things will come to play. We have a hell of a fight ahead of us." I explained to her. Emerson whistled surprised by the sheer amount of fu.ckery ahead of us.

Waiting. Inaayat looked at his hand not meeting his eyes, for a while. She stared at it. His hand was large, knuckles split, blood dried in the lines of his skin. The hand that had just ended Abhinendra's freedom. The hand that had inflicted violence so terrifying it would haunt her nights for a long time. But it was also the hand that saved her life. Her breath trembled as she slowly lifted her own hand. Ryker exhaled with relief so subtle only someone watching him as closely as she was would notice.

He pressed his forehead to hers, a gesture more instinct than comfort, and for a second she let herself lean into him—his breath, his heat, the steady thud of a heart that refused to stop. Then the debris shifted. Both of them froze. Something heavy rolled down the slope of wreckage and hit the floor with a wet metallic thud. Velia turned her head. A piece of twisted metal lay smoking at the base of the generator housing. It took her a second to understand what she was looking at. A hand. Not flesh. Not entirely. The fingers were human—tendons, skin, blood—but the palm gleamed with embedded circuitry, wires trailing from the wrist like nerves ripped out by force.

Ace's neck moved in a mechanical twist as it tilted its head, then replied sweetly, "Okay, Master." The robot was equipped with a chip that could be controlled through an app or by voice commands. Renee walked ahead, limping slowly with her injured leg. Ace sighed and shook its head. "Master, are you part snail? At this pace, we'll only be back at dinner time."

Russell couldn't help but sneer inwardly, thinking that the kid had quite a stubborn mouth. He said seriously, "Wait a moment, let me go and ask." "Hurry up!" After hanging up the phone, Jayden lay down on the floor. Both of his hands were pinned behind his back by Luna. Unlike humans, robots had no sense of controlling their strength. Jayden could only feel his arms being twisted out of their sockets, causing him both pain and numbness. "Brother, was this robot made by Brother Russell?" Rayna saw her sitting on the steps from a distance, and only then curiously spoke up.

But I could handle and deal with this later…while she’s still alive. “Mikhail.” That was all I said, and it was enough. My robot appeared without a word, his eyes on me as he used his high titanium properties to power the door, and get it permanently shut…the only thing that would open it would be a retinal scan from me now.

he rasped, his voice a dry, jagged scrape. I stood between his knees, my hands trembling as I held the neural interface needle. The "Sync" was screaming in my skull, a high-frequency vibration that told me his new nerves were raw, hungry, and seeking a connection. To stabilize the limb, I had to touch the seam where the metal met his shoulder—the place where his humanity ended and the machine began.

I countered, "you were so busy losing your mind that you lost track of time altogether. It’s a common side effect of actually being satisfied for once. Don't worry, I won't charge you for the overtime." Her attention shifted suddenly. In the corner of the room, standing under a bright spotlight, was the prototype I had been building for months. It was a sleek, silver-and-black robot, shaped roughly like a human but with smooth, high-tech plating and glowing blue sensors. Gianna stopped in her tracks, her mouth falling open. "Oh my god, Raphael," she whispered, her eyes shining like stars. She stepped closer, reaching out a hand but stopping just before she touched the metallic surface, "Is t

Anya, a revered elder amongst the Guardians, now a frail yet vibrant figure, watched a young recruit train in the combat simulator. The recruit, a vibrant Xylosian with shimmering iridescent scales, weaved through a simulated asteroid field, her movements a blur of grace and agility. Anya, a flicker of amusement playing on her lips, felt a pang of nostalgia. The galaxy had evolved. Technological advancements had blurred the lines between species, with bio-engineered enhancements and advanced prosthetics becoming commonplace.

With a cry she coated the chamber floor in ice, her assailant waved it's arms to balance on the slippery floor, it would have been funny had the situation not been serious, Obiora leapt and gave it a resounding round kick, sending it skiding all the way towards shango's cage into his waiting hand. The robot struggled to tear free but if was as if it was being held by an immovable band of metal fibre, shango's arm muscles flexed as he clenched, the sentinel's shoulder where he was being held began to smoke as the metal melted like putty. The robot's visor light dimmed as the missiles chasing a tired Binta coughed and dropped and exploded. One down, one to go.