Blank Space Marines Mga Nobela at Kwento

Trees flanked both sides of the highway, and beneath the treetops and among the branches, he could see red eyes peering out already. As if a response to the howls that growled in numbers, the F-16 fighters of the 13th TAC Group roared in the skies overhead, as well as the droning of the Anomalous Warfare Battalion's amphibious watercrafts and fleets of motorboats. The Marine AWB was the only unit in the Marine Corps to have been blessed by the Agency to possess amphibious vehicles that could cloak itself from the naked eye. The same could be said with the 13TACG, the Agency was also responsible why they use black F-16s that could travel faster than lightning. The aircrafts were also modified

the host makes his appearance, hyping up the tiny crowd, "the band that sold out all five of their tickets at their first concert, the band that sold two of their only albums and gave one away for free, the band who forced their way onto the radio under false pretenses, the band who are famous for dropkicking one of their fans for their failed music video, the band who refuses to sign autographs without glow-in-the-dark crayons, the band who staged a military coup to use a stadium for their practice sessions, the one and only, the legendary, Dung Beatles!" That's the worst introduction I've ever heard in my entire life. Only those idiots would be proud of the 'achievements' just mentioned. I

There are few, but the space is enough for us to be not heard. “I just want to talk to you about your brother, Mr. Logan Villamorannas. We are sorry to inform you that until now, we still ain’t got any informations involving him. But don’t worry because our operation is still ongoing so you can trust us that we will handle him. We just need a little more time as he is good at hiding.” He said. I nodded at him.

They turned and ran away from the explosion. Once they were sure that the remaining marines fled, everybody stood up. Rifle still at ready but now feeling more sure that the worse was behind them. A power-armor came up to their left flank. It looked almost the same as the ones the Empire Marines used except this one had a shoulder-mounted missile launcher on its right instead of the autocannons. Its colors were also different—this one had the Kalayaan Olive Drab and Coyote Brown Digital Camo. "Hot damn! Took you long enough, 1," Mountain roared in laughter.

Three thousand Void Kindred aboard the drop-ships unleashed a galaxy-shaking howl. Hundreds of fully restored Remnant warships ignited their thrusters, spewing brilliant blue plasma trails. Marcus, clad in heavy Guardian armor, stood at the prow of the vanguard dreadnought, his massive shield radiating an immortal, kinetic glow. The colossal allied fleet fell in line behind Jack’s flagship. Like an unstoppable, world-cleaving sword, they charged without hesitation into the Void Gate, plunging into the deepest reaches of the sea of stars.

“Come on.” He chuckled softly as they followed Blakeney to the exit, picking up his shield along the way and headed out into the night. Not ten minutes had passed before the thwack, thwack, thwack of a helicopter’s blades could be heard. A Black Hawk with the insignia of the Marine Corps flared and landed on the cracked, battered concrete, the rotor wash sending dust and pebbles out in a torrent. A Marine NCO debarked from the settling chopper and walked up to Blakeney. “Sir,” the Marine shouted, “are you Director Blakeney?”