Gears 3 Onyx Guard Novels & Stories

The massive oak frame and iron-tipped lances crash loudly against the stone floor, sending a cloud of ancient dust billowing into the air and exposing a dark, narrow opening cut into the lower corner of the wall. Without a second to lose, he boosts my petite body up first, using his own broad shoulders to block the incoming arrows when the elder guards blow the wooden door open. The heavy oak door splinters inward with a deafening explosion of wood and iron as Gidheon's vanguard storms the armory, crossbows raised and shouting bloodthirsty orders. A volley of sharp iron bolts whistles through the smoky air, several of them embedding themselves deep into the wooden beams right beside Shane's

I used it to **Heat the Forge**. I sat down on the floor in the middle of the obsidian spears. I closed my eyes and reached out with my mind, not to Silas’s heart, but to the **Gears**. I looked for the friction. I looked for the places where the brass met the bone. "Jax! Sarah! Protect me for sixty seconds!" "You got it, Queen!" Jax roared, growing to twice hzis size, his sapphire fur erupting into a mane of blue fire as he tore into the Null sentries.

“He isn’t there, he told me to tell you that…wanna keep me company instead? The other guys are in my room…we’re gonna play, wanna join my team?” Quinn wanted to say no, considering the fact that she still wasn’t fond of the game or the controls associated with it, but she nodded her head instead. “Sure…I’ll probably only contribute to you losing though.” “I’m aware of that, big sis…especially since Frederick will also be playing. That goof uses a G3…I hate him.” “Uh…what’s a G3?” “A sniper weapon…mostly used at a far range. I believe it’s best you try it. For a more upgraded armor, I’ll log you in on my old account. I have a lot of upgraded weapons too.”

It smelled of ozone and damp marble. The Onyx Guard had dug in. They were not using kinetic rifles or energy pikes. They had deployed heavy tripods mounted with sleek, white cannons. The devices hummed with a frequency so high it made my inner ear throb. "Shields up!" Neoma shouted. Her voice was a rough rasp. I saw the muscles in her neck cord as she threw a gravity wall in front of us. The air in front of her distorted, rippling like heat off a radiator.

There it was–a break in the tree line, a flat expanse of rock that looked natural but sat just a little too flush with the mountainside. And there, barely visible in the gloom, were two guards. They weren't Hale’s usual suited thugs. They wore tactical gear, heavy plate carriers, and moved with the disciplined economy of motion that screamed ‘military’. Ex-legionnaires, just as Cassian had warned. "Two tangos," Carlo murmured, dropping to a knee beside me. "Ar suppressed weapons only. If they hear a shot, they lock the blast doors, and we're locked out." "I'll take left," I said, bringing my rifle up. The scope settled over the chest of the guard on the left. "Nikolai, right."

We had minutes before the ritual became irreversible. I looked at the heavy oak doors. I could hear the guards outside scrambling, their radios crackling with news of the explosion in the pantry. "They're coming," I whispered. I gripped the obsidian shard, the blood on my hands already starting to dry into a dark, protective crust. The rune on my thigh burned like a brand, a permanent mark of my sovereignty. The Triad was back. And this time, we weren't running. The doors groaned as a guard began to fumble with the secondary lock, desperate to check on the prize Thorne had left behind.

As they rounded a corner, a massive figure stepped into their path—a guard clad in advanced tactical armor, a heavy machine gun in his hands. “Down!” Damian yelled, pushing Sage behind a crate as the guard opened fire. Bullets tore through the air, sparks flying as they ricocheted off the walls. Damian and Maya returned fire, but the guard’s armor absorbed the brunt of their shots. “This guy’s a tank!” Maya growled. Sage’s mind raced. The guard’s visor glowed faintly, a sign of the thermal optics integrated into his helmet. She spotted a ventilation panel above his head, the faint hiss of pressurized gas escaping from it.

He slammed into the 90th-floor balcony—the executive level—with a force that shattered the reinforced glass. Immediately, six Serpent Guards emerged from the floor itself, their armor unfolding like origami. These weren't the men from Zurich; these were Bio-Mechanical Hybrids, their reflexes boosted by the Oracle’s predictive data. Security TierTypeWeaponryWeakness Serpent V2Hybrid GuardKinetic Batons / Neural DartsEMP / Joint Actuators Echo DronesAerial SwarmSonic CannonsFrequency Scrambling The WardenCentral AIAutomated TurretsMaster Core Override

Before he can rise, I drive my palm sideways into the base of his neck. He groans, winded. Pain flashes across his eyes. But more than that, surprise. They thought I was ornamental. Pretty. Harmless. Now they're unsure. The second guard has pulled out his gun. So have the others who’ve appeared behind the hedges. I count three more. My hand finds the inside of my coat and pulls out the Glock my father gifted me. Sleek, heavy and real. They freeze when they see it. I move fast and drop to a crouch beside the downed man I kicked off earlier and, press the barrel to his temple. My finger rests gently on the trigger.

"That is where Aidan moved the primary lab. It is the only building with a dedicated power grid and independent oxygen scrubbers." Sora adjusted the grip on his knife. He could see them. At least twenty tactical officers in full Corvin gear. They weren't just guards. They were wearing specialized silver-mesh armor designed to reflect Shifter attacks. He felt the frequency in his blood surge, humming against the back of his neck where Vardan had burned the tracker. The scar was tight, pulling at his skin, a constant reminder of the parasite that had lived inside him. "The armor they wear has a weakness," Vardan said, his voice a low rumble beside Sora’s ear. "The joints at the neck and the ba