Novel & Cerita Gates Titanfall 2

Behind us, the plaza moaned—distant drones dragging themselves out of rubble, sirens wailing in a broken loop, the ever-present hum of the dying city. Beside me, my skin still tingled where Corvin’s hands had been. My ribs ached under the fresh bandage. His warmth felt like an echo in the narrow doorway we’d just left. The almost-kiss clung to the back of my mind, unhelpfully vivid. “Okay,” Jax said, drawing in a breath. “So. Talking doors. That’s new. Does anyone have the cheat code?” “There’s no code,” Grant said grimly. “They mean it. You don’t get in unless the Gate’s fed.”

I needed a safety net for the Friday launch. Titan Servers was a massive, independent data company in Europe. I secretly instructed my private brokers to buy them out. My plan was brilliant. I was going to route all of the heavy AI traffic through Titan's massive system on Friday. It would have easily handled the global user load. The software would not crash. The launch would be a huge success, our stock would go through the roof, and I would look like a god. But now, the servers were gone. I opened my eyes and looked out the glass windows of my study. The early Tuesday morning sun was just starting to rise over the New York skyline. The city looked peaceful, but I felt like I was standing

Hawk asks, all business. “Hades and Persephone are opening the way,” Hermes says. “No trials, no riddles, no death-by-labyrinth. But… they can only get you to Tartarus. Not into it. That place was built by the Titans. It belongs to them. The gates are guarded by the Hecatonchires.” He lets that word hang in the air like a guillotine. “Come again?” Summer asks. “Three giants. Fifty heads. A hundred arms each. They guard each wall. Four walls in total. One gate in. One gate out. To pass through, you have to fight them.”

"You're the pulse. And as long as I’m breathing, the grave stays outside." The Iron-Grave didn't fire cannons. It opened its "Rib-Gates," and a single, translucent bridge of bone-and-iron extended toward the Sun-Spire. A figure stepped onto the bridge. He was a titan, standing eight feet tall, encased in armor that looked like it had been grown from the obsidian of the world's first volcano. He didn't have a face, only a mask of white bone with three horizontal slits of glowing, red light.

“The Raven. I’ve returned with a gift for the King’s harem.” There was a beat of silence. Rebecca thought for sure she’d misunderstood what the mercenary—Raven?—had said. She was a gift for the King? How much had she been sold for? After a period of silence, the large gates started to open. The bright lights were removed from them. The gates imbedded in the large walls were made of heavy metal that looked two feet thick. Four Crow soldiers who were large in size pushed the large doors open. That were strapped with large guns that seemed tiny compared to their large frames. They didn’t even break a sweat when they were pushing the doors open. When they were done, they stepped to the side and

It crawled. "Target... active..." it skipped. It was dragging itself toward me. I reached for my railgun. It was gone, lost in the fall. I reached for my sidearm. The holster was empty. I had my knife. An obsidian blade, six inches long. The Titan was ten feet away. It was leaking violet fluid that hissed where it touched the star-metal. "You... don't... quit," I murmured. "Mission... parameters... absolute," the Titan said.

“Access denied. The Vault is a sanctuary for the Living. Not a tomb for the Dead.” "She’s not dead!" Caleb roared, stepping toward the sphere. "Open the gate, or I’ll blast this glacier into the ocean!" “Hostility detected. Engaging defensive protocols.” Suddenly, the snow beneath their feet began to shift. Four massive, metallic shapes—centipede-like drones with serrated limbs—burst from the ice. They moved with a terrifying, liquid speed, their sensors locked onto the Titan team. "Protect the Chairwoman!" Silas shouted, his rifle barking as he opened fire.

Carmen glanced around the corner and saw three Federation spec ops troopers further down the corridor guarding Michelle Gaven's apartment door. Apart from the troopers the corridor was empty and from the looks of it that wasn't going to change. She glanced down at her wrist watch and saw that she only had a few minutes before Amelia would be in complete control of the buildings security systems. Carmen had given the AI specific instructions to hack into the system and plant a virus. If Amelia was as good as she claimed the officers in the security room wouldn’t even notice the intrusion. She was beginning to appreciate having an AI with her during her missions. Amelia did come in handy when

Tony, the same broad-shouldered man with a scar cutting across his jaw, stepped forward with a wicked grin. "Julio’s estate is locked down tight. The front gate is made of titanium, reinforced to withstand heavy gunfire. The perimeter fence is rigged with an electric current strong enough to fry anyone who touches it." He glanced at me, his smirk widening. "So, we’ll knock down the front gate. Make a little noise for them."

This was a revolutionary device. The Fusion gate was built by Professor John Tanner, a man who had once lived on the science planet Kawacora. The Fusion gate can only be powered two ways, by the power of the seven swords and the Signer stones and finally it can be powered by a code which is his daughter’s touch, her name is Skyla. Before it was built, professor Tanner had told his theory to his best friend Solomon Giardo. “This machine will change the world of Falusia forever.” Said Tanner moving his hands as he talked.