Disassembly Drone Uzi Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I'd find out soon enough. As soon as the photographer mounted the platform to get some stills and the other photog sent the drone airborne I sent the call to bring it down. The aircraft fell down with a screech scratching the paint of the brand new truck and any perfect memories that mister perfect thought he'd have. Picking up my phone, I called him as the sniper patched me to a video on my tablet so I could see him. "I guess, a congratulations is in order brother man." "Fuck you Driggs!" He spat. Oh I know he was pissed. It was perfect.

The blue light of its solar core flickered, then streamed out of the chassis like water, flowing through the air and into Valen’s outstretched hand. "Abort," I said, standing up. "Cut the power." "I can't," the corporal said, his hands flying over the console. "He’s locked it. He’s draining the battery dry." On the screen, the drone turned grey, then crumbled into dust, its structural integrity compromised by the sheer loss of energy. Valen stood amidst the falling debris, breathing hard, his hands glowing with stolen blue light. He looked up at the camera hidden in the trees. He smiled. It was a jagged, triumphant smile that made my heart stop.

"I understand you have your own considerations when choosing between Bluum Corp and Yeager Group. But I'd like to remind you of one thing. "When I was developing the U.N2 a few years ago, the prototype only succeeded because someone provided crucial material at the time. It perfectly resolved the flaws in the drone's exterior. With Jayson's help, that reconnaissance and strike drone became as well-known as it is today."

The drone’s lens turned a violent, bloody red, and as it self-destructed in a flash of silver sparks, the last thing I heard was the sound of Dante’s mechanical laughter echoing through my own head. (Watch out for Chapter 224) 💬 Please add to your library | Drop your Comment/ Reviews | Your Gifts mean so much to me. Thank you, readers.

“Behind you.” Mae spun and shattered a second drone with violet force. The blast ripped through its core, then jumped to every machine connected to the same signal. Hundreds of drones fell from the sky like dead birds, smashing across streets and rooftops. The paralysis tower flickered. Every frozen body in the city inhaled at once.

“Shit, you’re right. Climb the walls?” “Do you have your nano grip mods?” “No. Didn’t expect this kind of a mess. Especially in 14K territory” “Even if we did, the plans said these buildings have shock spikes on their roofs. We won’t be able to handle that” Sol searched around for anything they could use, a distraction of some sort to force the Cohens to leave their post. She feels a rustle in her jacket’s left pocket, quickly digging in she pulls out a small cube that changes the shape the moment it falls on her hand. Sprouting four legs and a rotor at its head, the drone’s visor buzzed and stared inquisitively at Sol as it eagerly bobbed up and down, ready to take its new orders.

Is there another one that I did not notice? As I turned around, I noticed something shining between the crates. As I tried to focus on what it was, I felt a sudden surge of dread when I realized that it was a drone. It must have been stuck there when I was throwing crates at Skyr. And the angle that it was facing was rather suspicious that my hands fell to my butt and immediately felt wet paint on my hands. I let out a curse and closed my hands in dismay as I waited for Skyr’s verdict.

The Resolution of the Sentinel-Stand The chapter culminates in the "Dissolution of the Consortium." The drones didn't crash; they "Rusted" in mid-air, their "Synthetic-Metals" returning to "Natural-Oxides." The bunker in the Alps lost its "Power-Standard." The "Managers" were left sitting in the dark, their "Calculations" rendered "Obsolete" by a "Sleeping-Child."

My drone footage: me, tasering the sniper, Mamá bleeding. His voice, smooth as poison: “See you at the gala, Vasquezes. Bring your tears.” The feed cut. I stared at Elena, at Kane, at the city waiting to burn. My hands shook, the phone nearly slipping. I did this. My hack. My drone. My fault. But beneath the guilt, a spark ignited—rage, raw and blazing. Victor thought he’d broken us. He thought I was just a kid. He was wrong. I was a Vasquez.

I sat by my small window in the servants’ quarters, watching the storm sweep across the gardens. Adrian’s laughter echoed faintly through the hall, mixed with the baby’s soft cry. It felt like the universe was mocking me, reminding me of how far I’d fallen. But the bitterness didn’t burn anymore. It sharpened. It focused. I reached into my drawer and pulled out the USB drive. The one with the DNA report. I turned it over in my hand, feeling its weight. Inside it lay the truth that could shatter their peace. I could end everything with a single whisper.