Gundam Novels & Stories

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.”

Chapter 185: The Sub-Surface Counter-Strike The high-velocity hum of the offshore railgun arrays spinning up across the water didn't just vibrate the air; it turned the salt spray coming off the continental trench into a fine, sizzling mist of ionized gas. A mile away, the silhouette of the lead cartel dreadnought—the Aethelgard Compliance—shifted its massive, non-reflective gray gun turrets, tracking the lower-tier residential blocks with the cold, automated precision of an executioner adjusting a noose.

Actually, I thought the effect might not be that effective, but surprisingly, the effect was in fact more deadly than I have predicted. "[Project Angel]…I supposed for the ally of that EA-01 just the capability of it alone, many soldiers will hail them as an angel…but for the enemy…those Jet might as well be their Reaper..". (Alfred) Alehandro and Sasu nodded at his words. Never have they seen before a simple jet fighter that can be controlled by any pilots, but able to pull out a destructive effect of a threat Level 8 or 9 destructive spells. By now, if Aeternum should decide to wage a war, just a few hits of this AGM- New Type Magic Maverick will definitely make their enemies surrender.

Emma raised an eyebrow and abruptly released herself from his grip. "Just look at me," she took the intercom. "Dock, come up." Jamie furrowed his brow, and moments later, the tall and intimidating figure of Dock appeared, a smile on his face. "What do you need, Miss Spencer?" Jamie tensed up and then understood the reference to the "black code" that had been mentioned earlier. "I'll leave on my own, there's no need to use force for this." He knew he couldn't contend with Dock the mastodon, as he called him in his mind. Emma waited for Jamie to take out the suitcases and for the doorman to escort him out of the building.

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.

TIME: DAY 19 OF EXILE, 09:45 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 7 - AEGIS MUNITIONS PLANT 04. STATUS: MOBILIZATION. The Vanguard Behemoth didn't just sit in the courtyard; it dominated it. Up close, the sheer scale of the Siege Platform was difficult for the human mind to process. The depleted uranium treads were taller than the heavy Rat-Rod buggies. The sloped, dark-grey armor plating of the main chassis was thick enough to withstand a tactical nuclear blast. The twin-linked railguns mounted on its apex cast long, terrifying shadows across the mud-stained concrete of the munitions plant.

yet. Outside the Walls stood a column of armored artillery, each bearing the colors of their respective ADFs. The Solar ADF M1 Abrams and Cromwell tanks being black and blue while the futuristic armored beam tanks of the Gemminite being bright blue and gold. In the opened cupola of the Gemminite vehicles stood bright blue droids with golden skull face plates. Red lights emanated from its empty eye sockets. Green lensed monofocals were attached on their left eyes, displaying yellow corsairs at the advancing Dusk Riders.