Gundam 00 Lockon Stratos Novels & Stories

​The molten orange glare of the geothermal siphon cast long, distorted shadows across the massive cavern of Sector 00. As the monolithic black titanium cylinder fully emerged from the liquid stone, the automated cooling manifolds began to hiss, spraying high-pressure nitrogen vapor that swirled around the towering Vanguard Titan Chassis 01.

​The sky over Neo-Tokyo didn't turn black; it turned a bruised, electric violet. As the organic ships of the Lunar Exiles pierced the stratosphere, the air itself seemed to thicken with a "Heavy Resonance" that made the lungs of every shifter in the Ginza district burn. These were not the sleek, polished vessels of the UN or the Council’s mechanical needles. These ships were living tissue, pulsing membranes of obsidian and bone that hummed with a frequency so ancient it felt like a memory of a dying star.

Charles was still stubbornly trapped in his delusions, and he screamed, "Just wait a little more! I have to be right, my superpower lets me see the future!" Having lost her trust in him, Iris shook her hand out of his grip and ran straight out the door. However, the weather outside had already become -94°F, and there was no more electricity and water, much less any transportation, so she had no choice but to return to the Dennings. Sipping another warm cup of milk tea, I activated my generator. Because of the weather, the surveillance footage was cut out more often than not, but I could tell what was going on at their place through the comments in real time.

Not one man, but two men were coming. My face darkened. I walked back to the sofa, held the cup on the table in my hands, and took a sip although I didn’t know what was in the cup. After about ten seconds, the door opened. I turned around and looked at the door as if I had just noticed it. Two strangers came in. One was a young man with a smile. The other was middle-aged and looked stern. “Morning, Luna, I’m Delta Carl. This is Beta Gerald. Derek asked us to accompany you as your guards,” the young man introduced. The man called Gerald nodded to me and said "morning". They both stiffened when they saw the scar on my face.

With a frustrated huff, she lowered her hand. The gavel slammed down. "Sold! To the lady in midnight blue for four million dollars!" Ashton smirked beside me, but his curiosity was evident as he mind linked me. "Why are you buying your own weapons? " he asked through our mind link. "Why not just take them back?" "Patience, love. I want everyone here to know exactly who’s in control tonight. Let them see the price of betrayal and greed." The next weapon was revealed—a crossbow made from darkened iron, designed to fire bolts that dissolved protective wards on impact.

This was Sector 7—the primary water-filtration plant located on the coastal edge of the New Dar es Salaam mega-structure. "Squad Zero, comms check," Ren ordered, his voice echoing with the cold, metallic modulation of his virtual tactical helmet. "Tank, online and ready to farm," Leo’s booming voice replied. Down on the ground floor, Leo’s massive, matte-black Juggernaut armor materialized from a cluster of blue loading pixels. He unslung his rotary heavy machine gun, the weapon giving off a low, predatory hum.

They didn't carry heavy acoustic cannons; they carried high-frequency harmonic blades that vibrated fast enough to part water and durasteel alike. They were swimming up the anti-gravity spouts, using the rising water columns as high-speed vertical highways to bypass the lower defenses entirely and breach the upper levels of the Ark. CRASH. The reinforced smart-glass of the penthouse window spider-webbed as a sleek, black-armored Striker launched itself out of the anti-gravity waterfall and slammed onto the outer balcony. "They're on the roof!" I yelled, drawing my heavy pistol as my father backed away from the console. The Striker stood up, water shedding instantly from its carbon-fiber armo

He rushed downstairs and suddenly threw himself toward Amanda, who was holding the long straw, pretending to fall. And in that instant, the straw snapped completely in half.

Confusion took rootroother orbs as she stared at me. Riley. Yes, my love. Why is she still naked?

Mostly out of curiosity rather than worry, I stepped out of the car, Kylian and Tori following suit. “What is it? Did something happen?” Tori asked. Damian ran towards us, struggling to catch his breath. “Beneath the car. Wires,” he wheezed. I bent down to look, and he was right. The red clock ticked down five more seconds, and that was when I realized a bomb was strapped to the car. I picked both Tori and Kylian up in a panic, running a safe distance away. Just then, the car blew up into smithereens, flames filling the air with toxic smoke.