Cybertron Elite Guard 소설 & 이야기

That was the point. I gestured sharply to the guard stationed nearest the pit, and he responded immediately, aiming his shock baton at the pair. The crackling of electricity echoed through the arena, a sound I’d come to relish. Yet even under threat of pain, Christian held his ground. He didn’t cower. He didn’t strike back. Instead, he stood tall, his gaze fixed on the guard with a defiance that made my blood boil.

Badger complained through her headset. “Damn Buddha, what did we tell you about eating cheese before a raid!” Arrow added. “Guys, focus!” Chief, interjected. I giggled to myself at my team. Even in a dire situation, such as this, my team knew how to keep things amusing. “Phantom, how far out are we?” Chief asked me as they turned down another abandoned hallway. They called me Phantom, because of my ability to infiltrate the cyber world, while going unseen on the dark web. My hacking skills were known around the world however my identity remained a secret. I was known as Phantom, because no one knew who I was. I made sure of it. All of us went by code names to ensure another level of security

Damian’s personal elite guard—hand-picked, loyal beyond death—stood firm at the gates, their eyes hard, their hands on their weapons. “You will not touch the Luna,” their captain said, voice like steel. “Not while Damian breathes. Not while we stand.” “Step aside!” the Gamma’s men demanded. “By the order of the acting Alpha!” The elite guards did not move. The tension crackled in the air, warriors on both sides tightening grips, claws itching to unsheath. Back at Lucian’s estate, hidden behind the scenes, Damian and Lucian watched as the trap tightened, their fury mounting, but their patience holding firm—for now

"I did. You're only making it worse, so you might as well keep your mouth shut." "What—" "What Gunner was trying to say was that he wasn't just a bodyguard, as he is also one of the owners of their security agency. He and his brother founded their agency," I told Annie. Annie nodded her head. "Oh...I see..." she said as she finally understood what Gunner wanted to say. I looked at Gunner and gave him a look that says, 'See? That was easy.' He didn't say anything nor give me a reaction and just averted his gaze instead, making me shake my head.

His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame. “I would like to introduce you to 2Pac GX7. He’s a prototype designed to look like the real 2Pac. He has an infinite neural net processor inside his head that helps him learn new things.” Irena tried to introduce 2Pac to Amy, who felt fascinated and creeped out by Irena’s cybernetic soldier. Amy wanted to get her child out of 2Pac’s arms. Somehow, she could feel the technological heat radiating from the metal man’s body. “Mommy!” Omar stretched his little hand out toward his mother.

ADA LUBE After rotating the iron tap valves to clear the ice grime from my pelt, my fingers retrieve Hayden’s ranking day token from the velvet storage case to run a detailed inspection. The asset is a high-tier, voice-integrated synthetic robot predator, engineered to look like an ice tiger because my tracking logs show Hayden maintains a supreme affinity for big cats. That specific variable drove my choice on the digital market.

They had just forced open the emergency maintenance override of the upper hoist cage, descending into the dark like a swarm of starving locusts. ​"They're moving through the mid-level staging dock!" Leo reported, his teeth clicking violently as he monitored the digital readout. He was shivering so hard his fingers nearly slipped on the ice-covered edge of his interface pad. "Vivian, it's not a generic cleanup squad. The biometric scanners are picking up high-impact cybernetic augmentations. It's the rest of Uncle Marcus’s inner shadow-guard. They aren't here to negotiate; they have a hardwired demolition sequence active on their command transponders!"

The heavy, pressurized doors of the pods blew outward with a deafening hiss. Pouring out of the smoke were the Founders' elite Vanguard. They weren't the standard Shock-Troopers we had fought before. These were Sun-Guard hulking, eight-foot-tall cybernetic brutes clad in heavy, impenetrable gold-plated armor, wielding massive thermal-hammers. "Light 'em up!" Dax commanded. The courtyard erupted into absolute chaos. Reaper opened the engagement, his sniper rifle barking from a second-story window. An explosive round hit a Sun-Guard dead in the chest plate. The explosion knocked the brute back a step, but the golden armor barely scratched.

They didn't have faces; their helmets were smooth, featureless domes of white plasteel. In their right hands, they held crackling, superheated plasma halberds. On their left arms, they projected massive, rectangular shields made of solid, hard-light energy. SYSTEM ALERT (HUD): PRAETORIAN GUARD (ELITE). THREAT LEVEL: EXTREME. "Ten hostiles! Heavy armor, energy shielding!" Ren shouted, resting the barrel of his spectral pistol on the edge of the marble desk. "I've got the vanguard!" Leo yelled. He stepped out from behind the pillar, planting his feet wide. He raised the heavy machine gun and held the trigger down.