Armored Squadron Novels & Stories

They all only took their standard armor, having had years to work out the kinks of fighting in them exactly like this. “Are you guys not going to put on more?” Steve asked as he walked up to them. He was in full armor, bullet proof vest, shoulder, knee, and elbow pads, and some thick leather gloves. He even had one of the very few visored helmets. It wasn’t something made by the rebellion, but found in the city. “We’ve spent years like this. Countless missions, from scouting to full on attacks.” Chriso told him with a lopsided grin. He, like the rest of his squad, only sported a bullet proof vest, pads for the knees and elbows, and thick gloves.

The SecuTek Assault Armor is a battle gear comprised of cybernetic kevlar plates overlapping the wearer's reactive tactical clothing, wired to the helmet with many tiny cables hidden beneath the fabric. The advancing convoy entered the urbanized area. It felt like a ghost town; tall buildings with no illumination from the inside, barricaded storefronts, and houses that appeared empty because its owners fled the city to be with relatives in Luzon for weeks until the infection subsides. The city was partly illuminated by flickering lamp posts by the road, and the rest were shrouded in darkness. The lack of light was never an obstacle to the soldiers, but the city felt dead because of the infes

“Sure, I’ll do that right away, this notebook contains everything, it’s like an architectural plan of everything or more of a blueprint.” I paid attention immediately as he started explaining to me in detail, the formation of the army. He first started with the basics and pointed to the field where we trained. A group of soldiers were still hard at training, testing their physical limits. “Alpha, we have long organized our forces and divided them into three units. The first one is called the Vanguard as you already know, and the second is called Phalanx,the third is Skirmishers.” “Vanguard is very strong as you already know, so we use them as our frontline, they presently make up the stronge

Days flew quickly, Hagrid was tensed, soldiers moving round the communities, and war had been declared between Witches and vampires. King Cassian's palace was heavily guarded, the soldiers and armies coming out, in a uniformed manner. Wearing Scale armor, and metal caps on their head, protecting their bodies. The most elaborate and protective armor was reserved for the charioteers, both the driver and warrior, who were singled out as prized targets for enemy archers, especially those with long-range composite bows.

“The Shield Unit: they use shields to fight, but I will warn you don't underestimate any of them. They are called the guardians of the pack. And are defensive combatants. “The Arms Unit: fairly new units, Specialists with heavy weaponry, axes, flails, hammers. And riffles, which are not popular here.” “Why are they not popular?” I asked because in my pack, those that use guns to fight were considered top personnel and are worshiped like god. “What makes you a great warrior is not by relying on outside factors to fight for you. That's the difference between the so-called righteous wolves and us,” I swallowed hard. “As I was saying, we have the Arrow Unit: they are our long-range fighters, arc

She pulled back just enough to look at me. “What are you planning now?” There it was. Not if. What. I took a breath. “I’m designing armor,” I said. Her brows rose. “Armor?” “Personal combat armor,” I clarified. “For the Shadows. Lightweight. Flexible. Resistant to silver, wolfsbane, spell penetration. Something that doesn’t slow them down, but doesn’t let them die easily either.” Her hand tightened in my coat. “You’re preparing for casualties.” “I’m preparing to prevent them.”

"Father, come take me home. I'm breaking my mate bond with Albert." His reply was a single word: [Wait.] It wasn’t long before the powerful roar of engines grew louder. A convoy of six black, armored SUVs pulled up in front of the derelict house. The doors opened in unison, and twenty of the Blood Moon’s elite guard stepped out. They were in full combat gear, the pack’s blood-red crescent moon emblazoned on their armor. Their eyes were cold, and the powerful aura of their wolves radiated from them.

The Iron Wolves were engaging the first wave of the National Death Dealers’ hit squad, and the sound of suppressed gunfire was a terrifying, metallic rain against the clubhouse's reinforced exterior. Dax was at the heavy steel door of the garage, his silhouette framed by the flickering emergency lights. He held a tactical shotgun in one hand, his eyes scanning the monitors that lined the security hub. "They’re through the south gate, Mia. They’re not using bikes. They’ve got armored SUVs. These aren't just bikers; they’re professionals. Mercenaries."

"Did you not see that message? Someone is going to hurt Ethan if we go through with this." "Someone is bluffing to make you scared enough to back out." He took a corner too fast. "And we are not giving them what they want." "Even if it costs my brother's life?" "Your brother will be protected. I am putting a team of six former Special Forces operatives around him twenty-four seven. No one will get within ten feet of his room." "You cannot guarantee that." "Watch me." He pulled up to the hospital entrance, tires screeching. "Stay in the car until I confirm it is safe."

] [LEAD ASSET: T-62 RETROFIT LIGHT TANK. [SECONDARY ASSETS: 4 ARMORED TROOP CARRIERS / 1 MOBILE COMMAND UNIT.] [INFANTRY ESTIMATE: 180+ HEAVILY ARMED FOOT SOLDIERS.] "Hold," I breathed into my collar mic, keeping my voice down to a razor-thin whisper. "Let the lead chassis clear the granite overhang."