Droid Clone Wars Novels & Stories

][ ACTIVATING DEFENSE PROTOCOL. From the shadows of the server racks, droids emerged. Not the clumsy security bots. These were Spider-Tanks. Fast, agile, with machine guns mounted on their backs. "Jack! Hold them off!" Sebastian yelled. "Kenji! Jack in! Kill the upload!" Jack dropped the plushie. He pulled out a grenade launcher (hidden inside the plushie).THUMP. The first grenade hit a Spider-Tank. BOOM. "Eat this, you metal crabs!"

WHIRRRRRR. Leo raised his fists. He didn't look afraid. He looked focused. Tank Stance. The droid charged. It moved surprisingly fast for something so heavy, its metal feet clanging against the floor plates. It swung the hydraulic hammer in a wide arc. Leo didn't dodge. He stepped into the swing. Ren flinched. But Leo didn't take the hit. He caught the arm. With his good right hand, Leo grabbed the droid's wrist-piston mid-swing. The momentum lifted Leo off his feet, but he held on. He used the droid’s own force to swing himself around to its back.

Clay asked, raising his arms one at a time as the girls squealed with delight as they clung to his biceps. “My friend and coworker Don Hunter. He’s the shop teacher that made the Yoda pod for Ryū’s Halloween costume,” Darius explained. “Huh. Weird.” Clay furrowed his brow, having a similar expression as we watched Reese giggling. Our badass could crush a man’s skull with her hands if she wanted to; cousin was giggling like some dainty woman. “This is weird,” Darius frowned. “Very weird,” Clay nodded. “Leave them alone. You know if you say something wrong, Reese will kick all your butts,” Riko wagged a finger at us.

~~~REGINA’S POV~~~ ****** Since I woke up, I knew someone was instigating this war, and I started thinking about it again, but I can't seem to get what we were fighting for; from what I have heard, I don't see a reason for the fight. But I know Killian would not just stay without doing anything so the best thing to do is to fight back and as long as we take down the Alpha and his beta the warriors would run away with no one to protect them and then we can investigate further so while the people were being arranged I was with Dylan so we could protect the people because I felt like I don't have the mind to fight some of them because they were innocent while some were wicked but either way I d

We didn't know what was going to happen with Pythia and the elders but the talk of another war put a little fire under me and I realized I needed to be in the best shape that I could possibly be in. **FLASHBACK ENDS** Leia POV I slowed my pace when I got a little closer and kept my senses on high alert, I didn't want anyone to get the upper hand on me but everything was completely silent. A little too silent, normally crickets and frogs can be heard loudly but there was literally nothing. Not even a breeze but a scent caught my nose. It was musky and manly which told me someone was hiding. I looked around and found a tree and stood behind it. I tilted my head higher and took a deep breath an

The clone moved like a shadow, fluid, silent, precise. Olivia reached the corridor outside the R&D vault. The clone stood at the door, trying to override the lock. It turned when it sensed her. Olivia froze. This one was different. Same build. Same face. But older. Calmer. Eyes soft. Expression almost human. “Version 6.0,” Olivia whispered. The clone blinked. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said. “You’re the unfinished prototype.” “Yes.” “What do you want?” The clone stepped forward slowly. “To end the cycle. To end the war. To end the versions.”

The stars seemed to snap into existence as Jose Fonseca-Three Hundred Forty six dropped hyper, switched his sensors to max, and scanned the surrounding volume of space. Something that he, plus all 876 of his "brothers" had done countless times before. In spite of the fact that the Clone Hegemony had joined the Confederacy at the conclusion of the second Dodvalian war, they continued to maintain their own military forces and placed little reliance on the Confederate Navy. That being the case, the clones conducted regular patrols along their section of the Galaxy - mostly to control smuggling, but to ensure their sovereignty as well.

Willow. You’re just a bargaining chip. You were created for this purpose only. You are worthless. Willow was lost in thought again, staring through the glass windows of Zephyr Prime. The droids were doing surprisingly well against the harbingers, with their Tachyon cannons and guns, but in some places the stronger harbingers were too hard to beat. He closed his eyes and tried to block the voice in his head that repeated those three lines over and over. He wasn’t useless. He was strong, and he was going to prove it. To the Unnamed, to his friends, and to the world.

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

Its hand lashed out, and in one motion, it disarmed Lira and tossed her like a ragdoll into a wall. Adrian fired. The blast hit but it barely staggered her. Sera stepped forward. “Stop.” The clone turned toward her. Tilted its head. Something flickered behind its eyes, curiosity? Recognition? Then it spoke, voice flat and crystalline. “Target identified.” Sera whispered, “You’re not me.” “No,” the clone said calmly. “I’m what you failed to become.” Behind it, more pods began to open. Adrian gritted his teeth. “We don’t have time to debate with your evil twins. This place is about to turn into a warzone.”