Romans & histoires Gundam

“The Alpha King has given his order. Kill the hybrid, or you will suffer the consequences Gamma,” My eyes widened in shock at what I heard. Zanicus is the Alpha King’s Gamma? “I will talk to him, you are not to touch a strand of hair on my mate do you understand?” Zanicus growled menacingly. His eyes turning black as he is on the verge of shifting.

Forsaking the ability to be a man would be far easier. Ashrac's newest toy is a drone used by the earth realm's U.S. military, or so he tells me. It doesn't work, but Ashrac broke it down and rebuilt it so he knows everything it can do. Acasia explained over tea that Dmitri, an earth realm vampire and friend, is creating documentation so Ashrac can attend one of earth's scientific colleges in about twenty-five years. It will be good for him.

“Yes, it did make me question your integrity, but certainly gave me quite a peek into your personality. If it makes you feel any better, you weren’t the only woman who thought of me that way that night.” “Actually, not really it doesn’t. Oh, god I even thought you were an addict.” I shake my head covering my face with my hands as I relive every single thought, I had that night. “Okay, let me just apologize now because…You know…Ok so I have a million questions but lets just start with. Who…Or what are you and how exactly is this even possible?” “Calm down, your hyperventilating. I am Annunaki, we are a warrior race who were created to serve the gods. We are created from their blood.”

The mechanical storm broke through the fog layer exactly twenty minutes later. The three battalions of zinc-armored constructs didn't look like human soldiers; they were ten-foot-tall, faceless blocks of solid, industrial-grade metal, their heavy chassis painted in the sterile, matte-gray lacquer of the High Council's executive security division. Their underbelly locomotion treads left deep, screaming grooves in the white titanium rails of the lift spine, and their dual-barrel kinetic railguns were already glowing with a cold, blue electromagnetic charge that turned the pink neon haze into white static. UNAUTHORIZED SECTOR REGISTRY DETECTED.

“Supreme Sword Series: First Chapter” *BOOOOOM*

There’s a carve of Gundam head on its head which is a coconut shell. “Kyaa!!!!” Megumi is scared of their presence. “4 Indonesian ghosts. Who expects that you do exist?” Alfi draws Pelidi and multiplies it into 2. “Do you want to attack us?” The tied ghost said. “Don’t you want to arrest a runaway prisoner like me?” Alfi puts a stance. “How can? I am barely to move and one of us is unable to walk.” The tied ghost said. “Indeed, but the Berserker and the low-quality non-original Gundam can,” Alfi said.

* *crush* Without hesitation, Krittin swiftly retaliated, delivering a palm strike that sent one of the wardens crashing into the cave ceiling. The other warden managed to evade the attack and retreated to the cannon platform mounted below the central ceiling of the cave. The AB Cannon on the platform towered above, resembling a pillar-like cannon in Idorund's hands, but this version was colossal, comparable in size to a ten-wheeler truck. The bright streaks along its edges emanated from the glow of the giant Aiolia ore. It was a weapon that Airburst took immense pride in, capable of decimating an entire landscape with a single shot. And now, it was aimed directly at Krittin.

They were using **Thermal Cannons**. "They’re trying to melt through!" Leo shouted. He was standing on a pile of rubble, looking through his cracked spectacles. "Kaima, that wall isn't going to hold. Those vehicles... they aren't just cars. They’re 'Reality Anchors.'" I looked up, squinting through the dust. Through the gaps in the steel, I saw the soldiers. They wore white, sterile armor that looked like it belonged in an operating room. They didn't move like people; they moved with a terrifying, synchronized precision.

​The Jovian Bridge shimmered like a ghost-ribbon across the black, but as the Respiration approached the drifting fleet of the Outriders, the beauty of the "Third Genesis" felt dangerously fragile. The Outrider vessels were monstrosities of survival—pitted hulls made of scavenged moon-rock and necrotic Sterling circuitry, held together by glowing orange seams of raw, unstable energy. They didn't glide; they limped through the vacuum, bleeding radiation and desperation.

The Shogun wore traditional samurai armor, but it was forged from seamless, polished chrome and humming with lethal kinetic energy. "You have survived the Swarm, Anomalies," the Shogun's voice boomed, completely ignoring the vacuum of the stratosphere by broadcasting directly into the sub-ether frequency. "But you have merely climbed from the mud into the forge. You are now within range of the Heaven's Anvil." The holographic projection faded. In the center of the sprawling, floating city of Neo-Tokyo, a massive, mechanical silo began to iris open. It wasn't a plasma cannon, and it wasn't a laser.