Beast Machines Vehicons Novels & Stories

I say. He rewinds it, playing it slower, frame by frame. “Go after the impact.” I say, the truck pulls away, fast Like nothing happened. “Enhance it,” the hacker's fingers move quickly. Image sharpens, and then details become clearer, and the truck model becomes clearer. “That's a Collins - series Obsidian,” he mutters, "I know that. “ Military-grade reinforcement.” I lean forward slightly, eyes narrowing, “How many exist?” “Fifty, maybe less , all the registered,”

the merman named Caspian Shore shouted in refutation, lunging to snatch Victoria from his grasp. Mother stood there, dumbfounded. She was unable to figure out how things had turned out this way. Victoria was already weak from lack of proper sustenance and had now completely lost her ability to think clearly. All three beastmen glared menacingly, demanding she give them an answer, but anything she said now would be wrong. In her panic, Victoria said hastily, "I only considered you friends." "Friends?" All three beastmen's expressions changed. "Didn't you say before that you'd only ever have feelings for me in this lifetime?"

Dante’s hand tightened on my chair. A silent finally. “We’re going to war like Dante goes to war,” I continued. “Forward. Reckless. Brutal. No subtlety is dead.” Voronin’s grin was slow and vicious. He unzipped the duffel and rolled out blueprints of six custom vehicles. “Meet my children,” he said proudly. Three GAZ Tigr chassis, up-armored to withstand .50 cal, fitted with roof-mounted RPG-30 launchers and twin PKP belts.

Gently rubbing his forehead, Elijah sighed and said, "You don't have to tell me that. I know very well if she is wrong, and would never shield her." There was a look of satisfaction on Carl's face. Then he looked down at the ring with an imperceptible nervousness and worry in his eyes. Bestial robots had explosive strength. They may be several times to dozens of times more powerful than robots of the same class but with different characteristics depending on the beast's traits chosen. They were just not sure what beast Merry had chosen. Vera had stopped quarreling with Olivia under the stage. She looked up at the ring with consternation in her eyes.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

Chapter 18: Asher The Beast was a customized version of an armored van with more reinforced steel parts than any the realm had seen. It was one of my most valued possessions and I was now taking it to Axel to help clear the trouble I started. A beautiful twist in my well-planned game. Tearing down the blocked path on the way with the beast’s large mass gave me a sense of satisfaction. About twenty other vehicles followed behind as escorts and security. I looked down at the screen at the dashboard, which displayed a satellite image.

-One of the villagers said. Nat and Gree quickly went to Gree's and Nat's workshop to search for weapons while Chronos beheld the machine initializing. He noticed the multiple joints moving to show a magnetic supported Antimagic shield and many digital locks opening to release a railgun, homing missile batteries, grenade launchers, two cannon barrels with heavy-armor penetrating ammunition enhanced with magic, magic-based ammunition machine guns, and flamethrowers. The Tyranno-AMHAR: Peacemaker was not a war machine, it was an extermination device.

His strength weakened and the ability to use his powers became harder. At the other end of the building, Lexon and Aero began running into their own problems. It seems this underground rink has increased their defense. Lexon and Aero's eyes widened when a vampire turned the corner with a shit-eating grin on his face, and his hands held a large machine gun. The two vampires weren't very familiar with machine guns, but the damn thing looked like a beast. A strap going around the vampire's neck helped support the large gun. A strand of bullets hung down from the gun and went to a pack on his back that was obviously feeding the beast in his hands.

A very large and gruesome looking creature with hammer like fists was beating away at the lonely car near the portal, from which he had apparently entered Etherea. "What's that?" Cash asked softly. "It's an ogre." I answered. Winterlash grunted and handed us a pair of tranquilliser guns. I handed mine back and patted the buckle strapped to my thigh where my gun was. "Don't harm it. Just call the cleaning services when you're done." He said. I gave him a nod and started to walk out of the room when I heard a squeak. "What about me?" And I remembered with a curse about Agent Cash.

They didn't carry rifles; their right forearms were heavy, pneumatic pile-drivers that hummed with a low-frequency vibration capable of liquefying a wolf’s internal organs with a single strike. "Unauthorized asset detection," the lead construct announced, its voice synthesized through a high-fidelity speaker that rattled the glass panels of the transit platform. "Serial number #3, Zora Vane. You are currently operating under a secondary liquidation decree. Stand down and present the infant for structural reclamation." Dante let out a low, concussive rumble from the depths of his mutated lungs, his great front paws tearing deep grooves into the reinforced concrete of the plaza. The violet fir