Deku Gamma Suit Novels & Stories

Kazi didn't bother finding the door; he simply let the three-ton weight of his rusted, heavily modified Mark-IV combat suit crash straight through the floorboards and the concrete sub-layer. A shower of jagged cinderblocks, splintered wood, and twisted rebar rained down into the basement. Baraka lunged forward, throwing his arms out to generate a localized kinetic shield. The falling debris slammed into the invisible barrier of Star-Code energy, deflecting away from Eliana and shattering against the walls. When the dust settled, Kazi stood in the center of the basement.

​The specialized stealth suits felt like a second skin of dense, matte-black weave, engineered to absorb both thermal radiation and local radar frequencies. In the dim light of the bunker's lower armory, Vivian pulled the primary locking straps tight across her chest, her blue eyes reflecting the cold green luminescence of the tactical interface.

My eyes scanned her body whole as I wondered how much torture she had received in my name to finally wish to confess. A Gamma has been trained to withhold pain. She was going to confess because we had broken through, and that was supposed to excite me if it were someone else hanging right here in front of me. Her hands were tied upwards to the roof with chains made from wolfbane. She has been injected with wolfbane also. She cannot shift, and neither can she mind link anyone. I did this to her. “I am Kyra Dew, the Gamma of the Red Sky pack, and I am willing to give you all the information that you need. Just let the rest of my warriors go.”

The three of them looked at each other, confused about how to proceed with the order from Drake, as one of them mind-linked the former alpha, informing him that they were not enemies but the Gamma and one of the warriors. [Kill them.] That was the only thing that Drake said through the mind-link, and they couldn’t even confirm it for the second time because Drake had closed his mind to them. That was the order, but how could they make a move on the Gamma? “Gamma Lance, I think you need to leave. Please, follow me,” one of the warriors said cautiously. He was trained by the Gamma; thus, he knew he couldn’t take him down even if there were three of them, especially when he had another warrior

The baby Utterance's harmonic frequency, threaded into every fiber, hummed against his skin like a second heartbeat. Marcus materialized beside him. The massive Beta's suit was midnight-black with threads of molten gold, and it struggled. Marcus's body did not want to become information. His Guardian bloodline was designed to be real, to be present, to be here in the most fundamental sense of the word, and the Source Code was the opposite of here. It was everywhere and nowhere.

Now, here I was, seeking the only person I thought might have some answers. Gamma Celeriac stood at the packhouse entrance, tall and rigid like a mountain. His presence had always demanded respect. But now, his expression was unreadable, carved from stone. He hadn’t aged a day since I last saw him, but something in his eyes looked heavier, deeper—like he already knew what I was here for. “Hades,” he greeted me, voice even. “Gamma,” I returned, setting Ruby down beside me. Her hand instantly found mine. “I... I need to speak with you.”

A drop dead silence follows the finality in her voice. Gamma Carmden is the second best warrior we have, after my father. As our Gamma, she is also automatically our Head Warrior. A Gamma's primary duty is to ensure the safety and security of the pack he or she swore his or her allegiance to. No matter the cost. I admire Gamma Carmden's strength, resilience, and courage, but the woman is no softie at all. Losing her mate years ago hardened her and made her so cold and cut off from the rest of the world….

I added. “Couldn’t agree with you more,” Hazel chimed in. “But it’s a precarious situation. Pele seems to be supporting Old Alpha Sven. And since Pele is the current Gamma…” “He might have warrior support,” I sighed, putting two and two together. “Wait,” Jules said. “What’s a gamma?” We explained to Jules that a gamma was in charge of the warriors, and had an obligation to protect the pack. Jules nodded. “So you’re worried that Pele might use the warriors against you?” he asked.

Everybody ETA on the hour, we move before dawn to keep the element of surprise. Drawing on my bullet proof vest I feel it mould to my body. This is magically engineered armour designed to protect each species in its own way. Of course we are all different shapes so a generic piece was made and infused with magic to give it the ability to fit anything from a tiny fox to a huge ten foot bear. Then the assault begins as small explosions are set off to draw out the guards surroundingthe two labs, I don't know which one Dakota is in because no matter how hard I have tried to speak to her through our mate bond Ihaven't been able to make contact.

"But the ocean has a long memory. The Gamma strain you carry is a fragment of my divinity." Scarlett Night didn't retreat. She stepped to the edge of the floating stage, her star-star cloak billowing in the sudden gale. She didn't draw a talisman for water-repelling; she tapped the Stellar Navigator on her belt with a rhythmic, coding sequence. "System," Scarlett’s voice was cold, amplified by the Ark’s sub-space relays. "Identify the biological signature of the intruder." "Analysis complete," the AI responded. "Subject 003-Gamma Variation: 'The Kraken Protocol'. Psionic density: 400% above standard Siren levels. Recommendation: Thermal Evaporation."