Glitch Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

Soon enough I felt like they were trying to cut me loose, just like I had presumed, I felt myself fall, but instead of hitting the ground directly, I fell on someone, this person wrapped their arms around me to prevent my fall from being bad, but even at that, we both lost our balance as we stumble to the ground, I was on top of this person so I didn't really feel any pain falling. The arms holding me detached their self from me as I just lay on the ground unmoving as I tried to catch my breath, I was still breathing heavily, I felt people hovering over me looking down at me, but I was too tired to even open my eyes, my whole body was aching, I just couldn't trust this people yet, if I wante

"She genuinely cares about me and me leaving her for Leona will scar her. I fear she will hurt Leona either way. She is capable of it and I won't be there to protect Leo." "That family is a family of psychopaths." Luka said shaking his head and this time, he took the shots with me. It was some heavy stuff. I noticed Robbie approaching us and immediately clenched my jaw. I was sure he didn't know Spanish so fuck him and his always feeling mighty and superior. "Michelson." Robbie greeted. "Robert, what do you want? Don't you have a wife and kid at home to take care of in this hour?" I said in a sarcastic tone.

A small blue light was released into her and she gasped before fainting. I can’t believe it. Syria was a traitor. I searched the crowd for Brock but I can’t find him. I try to mindlink him but I couldn’t sense him anywhere nearby. It was like he just disappeared. Gritting my teeth, I looked down at the ground when I see a pair of black leather boots stop in front of me. I looked up and “Hybrid,” he mutters as if the very word was venom in his mouth. He glares down at me with the same look in his eyes since I got here, and I can’t help but wonder why.

Ngisi ni Alex dito na kinaputla naman ni Noglas kaya nagsimula na namang magtawanan at mang-asar ang tropa. "Ayaw ko nga, ano ba 'yan sa dinami-daming p'wedeng i-dare ayan pa tsk." Angal niya in a cool way pero halata sa kaniyang namumutla siya at kinakabahan pero inaasar lang namin siya at hinatak patayo kaya wala na siyang nagawa kung 'di ang sumayaw.

Steam exploded around us, hissing as it swallowed the clearing. She snarled. “Stubborn to the end.” But I was tired, each clash drained me. My muscles burned, my breaths grew ragged, and still Marissa moved like a predator unscathed. Her laughter echoed as she created a towering clone of herself, ten feet tall, its claws gleaming like silver. I summoned every shred of my bond and hurled it forward. Instead of resisting, I merged into the clone, seizing control. Its eyes shifted from crimson to gold under my command.

“He already got close. What difference does it make?” “It makes all the difference,” I said. “Because this time, we’re watching back.” Her eyes were tired. But behind them was something new. Rage. “I want to be there when we take him down,” she said. “You will be.” I said reassredly. --- Back inside, the trap reset began. I spent hours with the tech team planting fake glitches. Mapping every inch of terrain. Equipping Claire with a fresh tracker—one that sent alerts every ten seconds and couldn’t be removed without triggering a full lockdown.

The clone's scream echoed off concrete walls as strobe lights erupted through the darkness. I dropped into a combat crouch, rifle sweeping the blackness—until a boot connected with my ribs. The impact sent me skidding across the interrogation room floor. My NVGs shattered against the wall. Naz's voice cut through the chaos: "Ambush! They knew we—" Gunfire drowned her out. The clone—the other me—thrashed against her restraints. "They're coming!" Blood dripped from her split lip. "The real trap is in sublevel five!"

Luis was relaxing in his pool at the back of his mansion, with Marco his right hand man when one of his men walked up to them. “Boss.” He said with a slight bow. “Lucas.” “One of our stash houses was hit this morning.” There was silence for a while, which made Lucas fidget. Luis watched as Marco emerged from the pool, his arms, chest and back full of numerous black tattoos on pale skin. At over 6”4 he was an intimidating figure made of raw muscles. “And?” He asked impatiently. “They made away with two kilograms of our product.” Marco was now standing few inches away from Lucas.

The right clone, still partially linked but receiving garbage data, swung its blade in a panic and accidentally decapitated the center clone. The unit fell apart. The perfect triangle shattered into three broken, confused men. Marcus recovered, charging forward with a roar. He grabbed the remaining standing clone by the neck and slammed him into the blast door, crushing the helmet. Silence returned to the antechamber, save for the sparking of the broken frog toy. Kzzzt... Namo... Kzzzt. Jack stood up, wiping black fluid from his hands. He was breathing hard, his ribs burning. "Remind me," Jack panted, kicking the frog toy, "to leave a five-star review for that thing."

"Trust the scar. Trust the girl who stayed in the tank beside you while the droids tore the skin off your back. Trust the mud, Dante." He flinched at the name. The word Dante seemed to strike him like a physical blow, a password that bypassed the security protocols of his reset brain. He looked at his scarred forearm, then at my hand—raw, bleeding silver, and trembling with the weight of forty-two dead clones. With a low, guttural curse, Thorne dropped his pulse-blade. He grabbed my hand.