Clone Trooper Hardcase Novels & Stories

Just feeling the caffeine enter my body was good enough. "Feeling better?" Hunt asked, leaning forward and drinking from his own mug. I nodded and then got down to finishing the rest of my sandwich and coffee. When I was done, I felt warm inside and happy too. It'd been long since I'd felt either of those things. "We'll be moving the traps further into the woods this year," a burly man in a red and black plaid shirt said as he walked into the store with a rifle in his large hand. He wore a dirty brown cap over his head with thin strands of dark hair sticking out front underneath. There was something about him that reeked of danger. I could smell it all over him along with the strong stench o

My heart hammered so violently against Killian’s ribs I was certain the trooper would feel the vibration. "Step back from the bumper, sir," Marcus's voice came from the driver's side, perfectly level and polite. "Those boxes contain bio-hazard samples for the Queens lab. If the seal breaks, we both have a very long night ahead of us." The trooper grunted, the heavy squeak of his leather duty belt echoing as he leaned further into the cargo bay. "What’s that noise?" My blood turned to liquid ice. From the dark corner behind the boxes, Leo’s respirator let out a faint, rhythmic hiss—a soft, wet rattle of a failing valve trying to push oxygen through a dry connector. The timer was ticking, and

My boots crunch on gravel, each step echoing in my ears. We turn a corner, and there it is — the number that matches the GPS ping. Container 47-B. It's parked on a trailer, with two men in black jackets standing guard, rifles slung over their shoulders. The boy is in there. I can feel it. Cassian pushes me back into the shadows, his fingers gripping my arm. He whispers close to my ear, the warmth of his breath caressing my skin. "We catch them fast, silently. If they call in backup—"

The only sound left was the heavy, idling roar of the command truck's engine and the hiss of escaping steam from the buggy's shattered radiator. Leo hit the primary brake lock and threw the heavy hydraulic door open before the truck had even finished settling. He stepped down onto the fractured asphalt, his massive titanium plates clicking in the freezing air, his golden amber pupils glowing with an intense, predatory light. Behind him, six Vanguard soldiers cleared the transport beds, their slung carbines raised and pointed directly at the smoking wreckage.

"Your men built a fortress for you up at Apex. But this... this gives us our Sovereign for a long, long time." I looked at him, touched by the unyielding loyalty in his eyes, and gave a firm, confident nod. "Let's get our loot home." Loading the hardware was backbreaking work, but between Tristan's practiced efficiency and my LUS-assisted strength, we made rapid progress. We used a heavy industrial hydraulic dolly from the lower maintenance bay to wheel the crates up the secondary cargo ramp. The somato-fiber suits, pulse rifles, ammunition, and automated turret assemblies were loaded systematically into the back of our secondary troop carrier, which Ronan had driven down to meet us at the q

​The wooden door didn't just open; it splintered inward under the force of a hydraulic punch. ​The figure that stepped through the threshold was a nightmare of cold-rolled steel and exposed hydraulics. Standing seven feet tall, the hunter-killer unit was clad in matte-black tactical plating, its face a smooth, featureless visor that glowed with a faint, crimson optical sensor. It moved with a jarring, mechanical precision, ignoring the sub-zero temperatures that would have seized the joints of any ordinary machine.

Like if she didn’t keep moving, she’d lose control of the rage simmering just beneath her skin. It took nearly an hour to break through. The final crack split the slab open with a sound like bone snapping. Beneath it—layers of plastic sheeting. Sealed with industrial tape. I pulled it out slowly, carefully. Beneath the wrapping was a case. Steel. Locked. Cali stepped beside me. “You have the gear?” I nodded, pulled out the lockpick and bypass kit, and started working. The latch gave after a few minutes, just enough to crack the case open.

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,”

“You’re too soft-hearted. That’s why this lunatic keeps clinging to you. Honestly, after the first time he smashed the car, you should’ve sent him straight to jail!” “Exactly. I’ve never seen such a bold adulterer!” Heather’s gaze shifted slightly. However, when she noticed Skye standing behind me like a bodyguard, her face instantly turned cold. “Ethan, do you really want this to end so badly that nobody can walk away from it?” I looked at her mockingly. “The one who won’t be able to walk away in the end might not be me.” I glanced around. Several people had set up cameras and started livestreaming. Without another word, I grabbed the hammer Skye handed me and swung it hard at the freshly r

There's no hint of such terrible activity here, which allows Trent to focus on his mission without worry. As Trent reaches the end of the hallway, he turns left into the shop he seeks. Inside, the shelves are filled with crates containing various weapons, including lazerarms, light spears, crystal induction daggers, and other items restricted by governments but crucial for a traveler's survival. To blend in, Trent hovers back and feigns interest in a crystal dagger while waiting for the merchant to finish with his current customer. He observes a signed conversation taking place, reminding himself of the danger of eavesdropping in such a place.