Clone Wars Ambush Novels & Stories

Dust and shattered debris burst outward while Terminus Cliff shook like a catastrophic earthquake. Entire ridges tilted, rocks tumbled down the slopes, and those who remained standing along the cliff had to grab onto the edge to keep their balance. Every face showed the same shock as they stared at the apocalyptic power unleashed before them. "All 326 experts are elite fighters. None of them is weak. They were carefully selected for this ambush, and they have clearly been planning Mr. Clarkson Senior's assassination for a long time. They won't stop until he is dead." "With such destructive power, can he survive?"

The enemy heard it and looked in his direction. " No way!" The enemy said and hastened to open the door. Captain Clinton broke on his heels full time, racing towards his prey. The driver's door of the ambulance was opened. On getting closer, he stamped his right foot on the ground and threw himself into the air with his shoulders penetrating the midsection of his prey. The enemy, having been hit by a spare, fell backwards with his back knocking off the door from the ambulance. The two men landed on the floor.

Marcus's replacement said seconds before 400 ISOC agents emerged from hidden places in the building and opened fire from all angles. Elena's fractured tactical mind realized that Dante's forty wolves were in a kill zone with no cover and ISOC forces on all sides, an ambush designed to eliminate the resistance leadership permanently.

Ambush is an art, and we were the bad kind of craftspeople. The first clash was a crack of sound and fury. Maddox dropped off his bike like a moving battering ram, shoulder-first into the nearest rogue; the man didn’t stand a second under Maddox’s weight before metal hit bone. Jax cut in from the right, a blur, his fist finding another rogue’s solar plexus and sending him vomiting onto the gravel. Calder moved like a tidal wave, not flashy but unstoppable - a rogue came at him with a pipe and Calder caught it mid-swing, snapped his wrist, and then used the broken metal to finish a sentence with a skull.

He wants the story to be easy. The doors open again and Marcus enters with the quiet, steady gravity of a man who has never wasted a word in his life. I don’t stand. I don’t soften. I nod once. “Report,” I say. Marcus bows. “Basov led a patrol to the western ridge road at dawn.” A hush falls. “They encountered an ambush,” Marcus continues. “Twelve attackers. Coordinated movement. Disciplined formation. Not typical bandit behavior.” Elder heads tilt. Interest sharpens.

Dozens, then hundreds of them, crawling up through the marble like insects. Cassian shouted, “Positions!” Gunfire erupted. The night exploded into chaos — bullets shredding the air, screams echoing through the ruins. Luca dragged Amara behind a fallen pillar, firing into the mass of hybrid soldiers. Cassian covered the flank while Dante set off the first wave of explosives. The square went up in fire. Through the smoke, Amara saw the clone still standing, untouched, her body glowing white-hot. “Luca,” she shouted. “The detonator!”

**"You're not ready. But you will be." --- **The Fractured Covenant** The clones ambush us at dusk. They fight like Eden-feral, relentless-but warped by the Architects' tech. One sprouts thorns that shatter Ravel's knife; another breathes static that melts flesh. We flee deeper into the garden, but the trees themselves attack, roots spearing from the soil. Ravel shoves me behind a boulder as a root impales her thigh. "Go! I'll hold them off!" "No more sacrifices," I snarl, tearing the root free.

Kirou allowed himself a few moments to fully digest all the memories that he had received. *******Flashback******* The path that this clone took eventually led to the other side of the mountain where there was a path that led to a deep valley. The clone originally had no idea where to go but it had come across a few bandits patrolling the area. The clone stuck to the shadows and carefully followed behind the patrol without making its presence known. A few minutes later, the clone was led back to a well-constructed village that looked more like a well-fortified fortress as opposed to being a simple bandit hideout.

Isabella's jaws dropped and she got up. "Thanks," she shouted over her shoulders and ran towards the first floor where the A/V room was located. She skidded to a stop right in front of the A/V room and to her horror, she saw Hudson and Weston fighting like crazy animals. A crowd had gathered around them, watching them with their mouths hanging open. There was blood everywhere with busted lips and knuckles and so on and so forth. Isabella saw red. "Stop this immediately, " she shouted at the top of her lungs.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.