Arf Trooper Clone Wars Novels & Stories

Naturally, this tribal tattooed man was Kirou, or rather, the clone he sent to escort the two elf women. Naturally, both the original Kirou and this clone received the information relayed by the previous clone after it dissipated but Kirou allowed the clone to follow both ladies until it was time for them to split up. Since the clone was based on Kirou when it was created, naturally it would do what the original Kirou would do in this situation; stay within a respectable distance from the target in case of emergencies and practice skills. In this case, the clone was practicing with his wires.

Tarantino had fought alongside Templars and Teutonic Martyrs against Demons, or the Filipino tribal converts of the old in jungle warfares against cannibalistic evil monsters. Outside of their ADF, he was impressed by a certain Division from the Cherova ADF: the Nova Storms Divisions of planet Naharia. Hailing from a planet with a society that put its faith on atomic-powered technology, he had seen the Nova Storms in action firing handheld cannons that spits out tiny stars of flame and light. They were dependent on rocket-powered vehicles that could be exploited by a very competent commander but they were a Division not to be messed with. Upon hearing the cries of his soldiers, he derailed h

Each of them screamed war cries or curses or promises of death and destruction, even as they fired blindly into the area in front of them. Every single one of the heavily armored troopers were painted red and black, and had the logo of a golden apple emblazoned on their chests. Many wielded underslung charged particle repeaters, and fired arcs of energy haphazardly into any Federation personnel in their path. More than half of them ran in several directions, seemingly without rhyme or reason. They ran out in little groups and eliminated anyone they came across along the way. Although it didn’t matter who their targets were, they focused most of their attention on the security personnel runni

I could hear furniture being smashed once again. I walked to my room and sat in my chair reading through some briefings from the current Beta. The latest briefing, from yesterday, said that the rogue attack was unsuccessful. All rogues were lost with no injuries or deaths to the enemy. I can't help but wonder if the enemy is Abby and Kayla's packs. I sent a mind link to John, the current Beta. J: Yes, Future Alpha M: Why are we having rogues attack other packs when we have very capable warriors?

It melts my heart every time I see them with the kids doing anything. As we all stepped out onto the porch, I couldn’t help but chuckle. We were quite the crew. Darius and Forrest both had their handsome faces hidden behind helmets. Only Elijah didn’t have to wear a helmet. They’d considered just being stormtroopers, but I vetoed the idea. I didn’t want them to dress up identical, especially not as clones, which is what stormtroopers started out as. “Don did an amazing job on the pod,” I commented as I carefully laid Ryū into the pod stroller and secured him in place.

Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain. Being around family helps ease the pain just a little. Class 3 will be a choice going forward. Class 3 is for those wanting to continue becoming pack warriors or part of the Elite teams. Class four, which I belong to, is for those that want to specialize either in being Elite or Alpha/Luna Guards, and your training is determined based on your skill set levels. You can call Elite Warriors the Special Ops or Tactical team; only a few details of their training are; only Gamma Theo and his 2nd will know since they oversee those training sessions. Lastly, we have the Alpha/Luna Guards, which is self-explanatory but doesn't help. They specializ

"Company is coming. THE FIRST WAVE The drilling stopped. Silence returned to the tunnel. Then, a metallic CLANG. A grappling hook shot out of the darkness above, latching onto the stone railing of the ramp. Then another. And another. Ropes dropped. "Here we go," Kai whispered. Figures began to slide down the ropes. They weren't Valravn. They were tactical assault troops. Heavy body armor, night-vision goggles, gas masks. Mercenaries. "Wait for it," Kai murmured. The first trooper hit the ramp. He unclipped from the rope and raised his rifle. He took a step forward. He crossed the invisible line of the first kinetic repulsor. WHOOSH. A pulse of blue force slammed into him. It threw him backwa

Asher gave me a nod. Jude, Troy, Bob, Cain and Mason—these were the five young wolves who had shifted recently. They were just sixteen, but I could see they were strong and powerful. After talking to their parents since they were yet to take the oath and join the army, Asher drilled them all about what was going to happen and the risk we were putting them in. Their parents were skeptical, but they were all ready, pissed as hell, to find out what was being done to their beloved Delta Eli and ready to take revenge. Asher made them shift over and over again so they could be as quick as lightning. I watched as he trained them to channel their new-found strength, which was at the peak and how to

"Don't just stand there, 01. The Board has a back-up signal. In sixty seconds, every SUV in this fleet becomes a drone on autopilot. We move or we burn." "Why are you helping me?" Maya gasped, her hand instinctively shielding her stomach. "Because I remember the lullaby too," the clone said, a jagged, human pain breaking through her soldier’s mask. "Now, get in." Maya grabbed Leo, who looked like he was one more revelation away from a total catatonic breakdown, and threw him into the back of the lead SUV. The rogue clone jumped into the driver’s seat, tires screaming as she tore out of the blackened circle of the bungalow.