Decepticons Ship 소설 & 이야기

something. Tristan squinted against the glare of the arc-welders. "Walkers," he whispered. "New ones." These weren't the clunky steam-tanks of the Oremond garrison. These were sleek, obsidian-plated killing machines, bipedal and armed with what looked like sonic cannons. "There are hundreds of them," Saoirse noted, her voice tight. "If he activates this army..." "He won't need the God-Shell," Tristan finished. "He’ll just march over the world."

I ordered, backing away from the projection as the core’s glow faded. — Back on the bridge, the main screen revealed the newcomers: four ships, massive and angular, shaped like fractured arrows. They shimmered with the sheen of old alloy, designs unlike anything I’d seen. Kira stared. “They’re not broadcasting any ID codes.” “Open hailing frequency,” I said. The channel crackled to life, but no words came. Only a deep, vibrating tone. Then—another projection. This time, a woman. Pale, with silver eyes and a crest of radiant energy atop her head. She was beautiful. Terrible.

"It has already logged forty percent of the shield's harmonic frequencies!" "Warning!" the ship's automated defense AI chimed. "The alien scout vessel has detected our presence! It is deploying autonomous defense units!" The obsidian scout ship shuddered. From its side bays, hundreds of jagged, razor-sharp metallic drones—each the size of a war-chariot and dripping with volatile red plasma—launched into the void of space, forming an impenetrable swarm that surged directly toward the Vance Aegis! "They're void-shredder drones," Valerie reported, her hands flying across the weapon consoles. "Anti-matter warheads, they can punch through starship hulls!"