Clone Trooper Hardcase Novels & Stories

The other officer chuckled and led the way. It took the better part of fifteen minutes for the cyborg to lead the biological bodies through a maze of tunnels, past a pile of recently excavated dirt, and into a man made cavern. It was cool, dry, and stank oh ozone. Floodlights had been rigged, and Marco was amazed by what he saw. The vault contained hundreds of shrink wrapped Trooper II bodies, and farther out, barely visible through the murk, huge, hulking quads, their weapons encased in spray foam, their armor covered by a thick layer of dust.

Naomi’s Pov The gear room in the safehouse was cramped, lit by a single hanging bulb that flickered every few minutes. Metal shelves lined the walls, stacked with vests, ammo, radios, and a mess of equipment that only made sense to people who lived in Cassian’s world. Rubio sorted through a crate on the floor, cursing under his breath at tangled wires. Mara checked her guns on the small workbench, cleaning each one with practiced ease. And Cassian…

Now my own mom want's me to have a one night stand with a total stranger, I just hate this woman. ****** Is it 402 or 403 fuck my battery is flat how will I know the lodge she sent, well let me go for 403 it sounds familiar, I opened the room staggeredly, nervous and shivered the room is damn dark. A hand held me from behind. "Good day sir" I said shaking. "what do you want?" I could smell the heavy alcohol. I'm short on words. " sir I love you " I said reluctantly. " get lost" fuck how am I gonna do this.

The deafening sound of shattering concrete and ricocheting bullets filled the air as the mercenaries blindly returned fire, their bullets sparking wildly against the damp walls and rusted pipes. Chloe ignored the lethal crossfire completely. She threw herself against the cold, wet concrete wall, her hands desperately searching the dark surface for the analog circuit board the System had identified. Her fingers brushed against a heavy, rusted metal lockbox mounted to the stone. She gripped the heavy pistol Julian had given her earlier and slammed the steel grip brutally against the rusted hinges. The ancient metal gave way with a sharp crack, and the cover panel swung open to reveal a complex

When I was sure Bri was satisfied, we headed back to the tree for our clothes and shifted back to our human form As we headed back to the pack, a little girl ran to us crying. "What is it dear?" Emma asked, confused. "Please Luna come and heal my mother, she has been down with the illness for some time now but today she got worse and can't even speak". She said amidst tears. "Let's go," I said. We both follow the girl as she leads us to her house. We get to the house to find the girl's mother on the bed while her father wipes her body. He steps away as he sees us and I walk up to the woman. "I don't know what to do". I say to Bri confused. Place your hand on her chest Bri replies. I place my

At dawn the next day. The System’s voice rang out in Lucas’ head. "X9 Zombie Treasure Chest." Lucas opened up the Zombie Treasure Chests with a single click. "Obtained 400 Gene Points, 400 Strength Points, 400 Speed Points, and 400 Defense Points." "Obtained Supreme Combat Gloves."

“We’ll burn their whole fucking nest down if we have to.” The fight stretched, bodies falling one after another. The rogues fought like they had nothing to lose, but we were stronger, faster, and better trained. Within minutes, the den was littered with corpses, the survivors fleeing into the trees. I stood in the center, chest heaving, covered in blood that wasn’t mine. My warriors were panting but alive. “Conrad!” I barked. He staggered toward me, pulling the tracking device from his case. It was a sleek, military-grade scanner hooked into a laptop rig. He wiped blood off the screen with his sleeve.

"We have to get to the surface." They had just reached the top of the stairs when the heavy iron doors flew open. Travis burst in, his face smudged with soot and his eyes burning with a cold, predatory light. He wasn't wearing his Alpha cloak anymore; he was in tactical gear, a heavy knife strapped to his thigh and a pistol in his hand. He stopped dead when he saw them. His eyes drifted from Sky to the mangled, bloody mess that was Caspian’s back. "Sky? What the hell happened to him?" Travis’s voice was a low growl.

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

He thinks Protocol 9-B is enough to keep the skeletons in his closet from screaming. He’s wrong. I crack my knuckles, the sound sharp in the quiet room. If I can't walk through the front door or slip through the back, I’ll have to build a new one. I reach for the external drive Clyde provided—a hardened, encrypted piece of hardware that smells faintly of his sandalwood cologne—and plug it in. The screen flickers back to life, the Nightshade OS bypassing the local lockout.