Gears 3 Onyx Guard Novels & Stories

Martinez’s POV The elevator doors hadn’t even fully opened before my Glock barked three times in rapid succession. The heavy center-mass rounds punched straight through the chest plates of the two lead guards. They crumpled onto the white tile floor like sacks of wet cement, their rifles clattering loudly against the glass partitions. The third guard dove to the right, his boots scrambling for traction as he tried to bring his submachine gun up to target my chest.

“Faintly.” “And Aren?” Onyx went quiet. “No.” Aurora’s hands slowed. Onyx looked toward the sea. “The old Guardian memories are quieter too.” “Gone?” “No.” He thought about it. “Farther away.” Luna nodded. “Good?” “I think so.” Aurora finished the bandage and released his hand. Onyx looked at it. “This is unnecessarily large.” “You complained.” “I mentioned discomfort.” “You complained dramatically.” “I learned from Darius.”

Seeing that he did not argue this point, the Day Gate Director then added, “This is advanced notice, Banshee. You have two weeks to report to Crosson.” Observing the muscles in his jaw tense and the arch of his eyebrow twitch as Cazer’s head flicked back toward the two intruders. He growled suspiciously, “Crosson? That’s a clear set up.” Made slightly indignant by the accusation, lines formed around her elegant lips as her teeth ground together mildly. “I simply need guard detail and, although I’m begrudged to admit it, Chiri Krane is still one of the most efficient and reliable Guardians we have.” Annaliese responded, seeming physically pained to admit the compliment.

“That’s none of your business, bro. Let’s call them men who prefer cashmere to Kevlar. But not too worry. You won’t meet them unless you lose. They light a candle, say a prayer, and invoice their services. Everyone gets what they believed in.” The right-hand guard patted Andros down and produced a second toy: a slim black fob, matte as a lie. He held it up; Elky didn’t have to give orders. The guard crushed it under the heel of his reinforced boot. The pieces skipped like manure beetles. “It’s not the only one,” Andros said. “Redundancy is godly.” One of Elky’s techs jogged into the circle of light with a tablet under plastic and rain in his beard.

But there was no turning back now. Just as the thought crossed my mind, a trio of guards lunged at us, the largest one aiming directly for my neck with extended claws. I acted on instinct and in one smooth motion, I swiftly kicked the guard aside and tore into his ankle, ensuring he couldn’t fight any longer. The guard rolled on the ground, shrieking in pain. As he writhed, Oakley made quick work of the other two, snapping their necks in seconds like it was nothing. I didn’t watch but knew the sounds well enough.

Ahead stretched the third-level main corridor, eerily quiet. “According to the patrol schedule, this hall should be empty,” Orion whispered, frowning. He spoke too soon. Two figures appeared at the far bend, elite guards, their frost armor glimmering like polished bone. Their gait was calm, disciplined. They were not patrolling lazily. They moved like predators. Veterans. Men too devoted to be distracted by festivals or joy. “Damn,” Orion hissed. “They’re not on Anya’s schedule.” Rayden didn’t panic. He glanced at Orion, a short, sharp look filled with silent understanding. I take the right. You take the left.

Before I could decide whether or not to step away from him, the door creaked open and shattered the sexually charged bubble we were in. A guard stepped in, and bowed before walking up to Alessandro to murmur something in Italian. Alessandro nodded once, and then glanced at me with his unreadable eyes. “Stay with Onyx,” he said curtly before walking to the door with the guard. “Do not leave her side.” I blinked. ‘What?’ From where she stood near a long table, Onyx turned, visibly startled. She stepped forward, lips parting. “With me?” she asked. “Why—”

The explosion knocked the brute back a step, but the golden armor barely scratched. "Kinetics are useless against that plating!" Reyes yelled, firing a burst of plasma that splashed harmlessly off a brute's shoulder. "Then we don't use kinetics!" Jax roared. The Revers leader charged. A Sun-Guard swung its massive thermal-hammer in a lethal, sweeping arc. Jax slid under the blow, the heat of the hammer singing the leather of his cut. He popped up inside the brute's guard and drove the phased gear-axe squarely into the side of the Sun-Guard's golden helmet.

“...drop your weapon...” Vince smiled. “...and I'll drop mine.” The thief was surprised at what he said. “We'll do it together in the count of 3,” Vince persuaded. “1...” slowly he put down his hand holding the bloody knife. “2...” he slowly bended his knee and the thief slowly lowered his hand holding the gun. Vince looked intently at his move and smirked out of the blue. “...3.” Plok, Plok, Plok.

"Aisha, I don't have a weapon." A dark, dangerous smile spread across her bronze face, her thumb dragging lightly across my cut cheek, smearing the fresh blood across my skin. "You have the ring, Elara. And to a Vane security terminal, that ring carries more weight than a dozen rifles. The console at the gate operates on a proximity override. If you get within three meters of the sensor, the automated defense turrets will re-align to protect the carrier. It will target anyone without a verified genetic match."