Clone Trooper Hardcase Novels & Stories

The temporary headquarters buzzed with tension. The news already reached through the hallways, the threat to the people of the stronghold and the breach to the security system they have. The impossible had happened. The war room doors slammed open, they entered in unison. Every heads turned to them. Nicholas entered, covered both in dust and in blood. In his grasping a metal case. The room froze. "What is that?" The tracker placed the case on the table. Everyone's attention on the case he laid his hand clicking open the locks. Slowly—he opened it. Inside sat a single hard drive.

Backs turned to her. Perfect distraction. The boss moved like a shadow, me at his heel. We carried custom suppressed HK USP Tacticals, the matte black finish absorbing the dim light. These weren't standard issue; they were precision tools worth more than most men made in a year. We blew the door. The fake hinges gave with a crack that rattled the walls. It was over before they could blink.

Death was here. Death was staring me in the eyes because all I could see was those dark foreboding eyes, and I winced, fearing that I’d done that as he had me by the hair, fisting down tights. I would die and it would not be quick, at this rate a quick death was better. I was hauled to my feet and tried not to wince again at the burn from my scalp. “Get cleaned up,” the rogue alpha was saying to the general. His eyes dropped to the blood that had soaked through the material wrapped around the general’s hands. “I don’t want any casualties when we go to war.”

he greeted, voice low and gravelly. He removed his sunglasses, and for a moment, his face betrayed his surprise. I didn’t blame him. I looked different now — leaner, sharper, battle-worn. But Thaddeus was loyal; he didn’t ask unnecessary questions. “Is everything ready?” I asked, already moving past him toward the lead car — a custom-built tank disguised as an SUV, bulletproof, bomb-resistant, and able to survive an earthquake if needed. “Yes, Boss. Everything’s secured,” Thaddeus confirmed, falling into step behind us.

But now, she felt a keen vulnerability she hadn’t experienced before. The room was dimly lit, the light seeping through the cracked wooden shutters casting long, fractured shadows on the walls. Casey stood abruptly and began rummaging through the piles of old clothes scattered in the corner. Her fingers found a soft, unused fabric buried beneath the mess. She pulled it out, running her hands over its worn surface, and set it aside. Crossing to the bed, she reached under the thin mattress and retrieved the dagger she’d hidden long ago. Its blade gleamed faintly in the sparse light, sharp and unyielding—a reflection of the resolve hardening in her eyes.

Grace stepped off the buggy and approached the mound. Ava scanned the terrain with a hand-held device. “There’s a sensor grid underneath the topsoil. Very advanced. But see this?” She pointed at a faint shimmer in the air. “That’s a holographic barrier. Cloaking tech. We’re standing right on top of the entrance.” Quinn grinned, pulling out a small disk from her vest. “Time to knock politely.” A soft explosion followed, muffled like a breath. Sand fell away, revealing a steel hatch sunk into the earth. Kadeem crouched beside it and pulled out a pulse scanner.

‘Alpha, report! “W-who is this?” Angel jolted confusedly to whoever suddenly called him through a mind-link. He even looked at his mate who seems to know what suddenly happening and just shrugged her shoulders while having a reassuring smile on her lips. ‘Its me, Cal, the rogue you saved alongside my sister Cassie.’ “Oh, what is it?” Angel nodded upon hearing the familiar name that he and Mira helped before and even offered them a job around their land. ‘Sir Malik was having difficulty on dealing with the three fallen rogues here at the northern perimeter. They were asking for a part of the land.’

These long-winded series go from beginner to intermediate, advanced, highly advanced, and mastery. The old, rustic wooden door opens. The hinges upon the spin of the entryway are rusty. As the door opens, a clank noise surfaces and echoes through the emptiness of the room. Troy walks into the vacant space. His small body is covered with a dark blue robe and a white cloak that covers one side of his body. The sound of the weak wood keeping together the doorway soon surfaces in the stale air that the boy’s lungs soothingly breathe in. The moment it closes a brief sigh of contentment and annoyance plunges forth through the foundations of his throat. A right-hand clings to the small metal plate

the guy cried, as he raised the gun again. I saw the indecision on his face fade as he made up his mind to shoot. His face hardened, and his jaw tightened. Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger on my assault rifle. The shot smashed the window in the building opposite me, shattering glass everywhere. The glass hit the floor a second before the guy's dead body did.

The wheels in my head are turning to hatch a plan and I'm now looking at the tools I can use for my escape. The first thing I see is his phone. The VPN I created years back should still work. I can use it to locate where the solar drones are to deactivate the power source. All I need is his face recognition. If I'm lucky, I can use the same vehicle I'm sitting in, that has a sensor wave. The computer within the touchscreen can easily be calibrated by tricking the micro board that any fingerprint is a match. Lastly, his sophisticated gun, that's safely tucked somewhere in his suit. In my days of pledges, I never got a chance to use a gun. I'm always protected, located far away from all the ad