Cybertron Elite Guard Novels & Stories

"Welcome back, Centauri Patrol Team." Keron simply glanced at them before moving on. Beyond was the three-storey building with a satellite dish on the top. It was directed at the orbiting V'rounian satellite that was, in turn redirecting the data fed to it at the heart of the city. To the left was a large garage housing the armored vehicles of both the Auxiliary Defense Forces and the X'arik Guards--V'rounian military's elite forces named after the ferocious, subterranean, predatorial beast that lurked within the southern deserts of V'rounsthan. And finally to the right, an indoor firing range that were adjoined to a mess/recreational hall that looked more like a bar and an arcade place.

"It isn't." Garrett looked at the terminal. At the Omega Order. "If Sterling is pulling the Elite Guard back to headquarters, the ITA hunters lose their command coordination. The drone array loses its tactical oversight." He paused. "The net around us just got significantly less organized." "Window," Marcus said. "Yes," Garrett said. "A window." Elena was looking at Xander. "The children," she said.

"Damian knew the Ouroboros would try to digitize the soul of humanity. He ensured that if the world was to be governed by an algorithm, that algorithm would have a conscience. Your conscience." [Table: The Citadel Infrastructure] Feature Function Status The Quartz Array Natural shielding against EMP/Satellite tracking. ACTIVE The Neural Uplink Connects Aria's "Third Seed" to the Citadel's broadcast tower. CALIBRATING The Sovereign Guard 200 elite protectors bound by the Willow Oath. STATIONED The Archive The complete, unedited history of the Hawke-Van Dyne merger. ACCESSIBLE The Price of Protection

“That’s none of your business, bro. Let’s call them men who prefer cashmere to Kevlar. But not too worry. You won’t meet them unless you lose. They light a candle, say a prayer, and invoice their services. Everyone gets what they believed in.” The right-hand guard patted Andros down and produced a second toy: a slim black fob, matte as a lie. He held it up; Elky didn’t have to give orders. The guard crushed it under the heel of his reinforced boot. The pieces skipped like manure beetles. “It’s not the only one,” Andros said. “Redundancy is godly.” One of Elky’s techs jogged into the circle of light with a tablet under plastic and rain in his beard.

"The Age of the Machine has begun. Kill the Alpha. Secure the children. Bring me the girl's head." The Lunar Guard moved with mechanical precision, their claws extending—blades of plasma-coated titanium. Killian didn't flinch. He glanced at me, a silent question in his eyes. Are we doing this? I looked at the Matriarch, then at my children. Ace was already calculating the weak points in the guards' armor. Leo was flexing his claws. Luna was staring at the Matriarch, a small, sad smile on her face. "She’s already lost, Papa," Luna whispered. "She just doesn't know it yet."

Only the low hum of machines drifted upward, like the breathing of a vast sleeping beast. “Automated defense,” Jake whispered, lifting his binoculars. “Heat sensors, motion detectors… and look there. At the gate.” I followed his gaze. There were no humans at the entrance. Hybrids stood in formation. Not the twisted, unfinished creatures that had attacked the Nest. These were different. More refined. Armored, disciplined monsters standing in perfect rows, with nothing in their eyes but the empty light of obedience. “The elite of Project Beginning,” Nathan growled, claws digging into the earth. “Rodriguez did not waste time.”

Hers was overwhelmed by consciousness patterns I'd never sense again. "Make it stop," Elara begged. "Please make the voices stop." "Daddy's working on it," I promised, knowing it was inadequate but not knowing what else to offer. Damian ended his call, his expression grim. "Guardian teams are mobilizing, but they're twenty minutes out. The consciousness network Elara's sensing, it's the safehouse operation. They're active, coordinated, and close enough for her empathic perception to detect clearly." "What are they doing?"

"We fight for the planet's heartbeat." Under Elara’s direction, the fractured groups began to merge. It was the birth of the Elemental Army. ComponentDivisionPrimary Function The TideAbyssal Shifters & Trench-KingSub-glacial infiltration; disabling the coolant intake pipes. The ShieldThe Keepers of the HearthCounter-resonant dampening; protecting the pack from Null-Tech. The StrikeThe Feral Six & Northern ReaversDirect assault on the Vanguard Command Center. The AnchorElara & ZaneStabilizing the planet’s frequency during the thermal re-entry.

But there was always another way in. Security. If he could get hired as part of the security detail for the party... He pulled up a new browser window and started searching. High-end security firms New York. Elite bodyguard training. Private security for wealthy clients. Most of the results were useless, companies that required years of experience, military backgrounds, connections he didn't have. But then he found it. Armando's Security Depot: Elite Training for Elite Protection The website was slick, professional. Photos of intimidating men in tactical gear. And most importantly: Intensive two-week certification program. Limited spots available. Graduates guaranteed placement with top-tier

“But it won’t happen! Not this time. With Corbin and Raphael at the helm, you will win. Years of Kallio underestimating what those with a silver brand can achieve ends! Because you will form my official Silver Guard when I am restored to Luna of Kallio.” “Do not forget all the chainmail, armour weapons, boots, and traps we have been given by Volare,” Corbin adds. “We’re fighting as an army now. Not exiles, scrapping for every blunt sword!” “We can shift too! Surprise them like we did before!” Robyn added gleefully as the men started to stir with approval, feet shuffling and arms unfolding. “The Kallio guard has served Elle for too long. They can’t be trusted. Robyn and I will be taking care