Gundam Novels & Stories

The Spartan's quiet hum became a roar as its nuclear reactor hit full power. The entire hangar was bathed in red as its cameras started up, giving me a look at the Goliath I'd expected. The Goliath's pilot clearly hadn't anticipated me to be inside the mech, as the brown mech was busy methodically stomping apart row after row of computers. The hangar bay was large, but not large enough that it missed the massive motion that was the Spartan jerking to life. It rotated toward me, plasma cannons blazing with unreleased energy.

My heart racing as chaos ensues around us and that’s when the bullets start flying. I stare at Kane as he grabs my hand, looking at Loki and Finn, “HUNTERS!” he yells.

It'll be too late until he reaches there. His heart stuttered. Was she going on a death mission? No! She couldn't fight alone against Alonso. No! No! No! Hunter was already running out of the mansion as he mind-linked Rasmus, Luca, and his warriors.

The wasteland didn't have the poetic beauty of the simulation’s ruins. There were no ivy-covered towers or tragic sunsets. There was only the smell of wet concrete, the skeletal remains of billboards for products that no longer existed, and the oppressive, heavy silence of a world that had been paused for twenty years. The armored transport skidded to a halt as the **Colossus** loomed over us. Up close, the Reaper machine was a nightmare of obsidian and moving gears, its many legs stabbing into the earth with the force of falling meteors.

existence. Avery Vane-Thorne stood on the crumbling concrete of the Detroit docks, watching as a massive, armored carrier—devoid of any pearl-stone or chitin—anchored in the oily water. The ship was a slab of weathered titanium and lead, shielded against the "Somatic-Frequencies" that had defined the rest of the planet for fifty years.

[Mecha Form: Starter Form] [Mecha Level: 1] [Weight: 21 Tons] [Type: To Be Selected] [Standard Power Configuration: Super Matrix Engine] [Equipment: None] "The standard power configuration is a super matrix engine?" Victor was a little surprised. He hadn't expected that. The engine was the mecha's power source, and the quality of the engine was very important to the mecha. A super matrix engine could be considered one of the best engines for starter mecha. Even after one or even two evolutions, ordinary mecha might not have this kind of engine.

"Purging biomass. Reclaiming hardware." From the underbelly of the massive Dreadnought, thousands of black streaks plummeted toward the earth like a meteor shower. They were "Void-Pods"—drop pods designed to deploy the Creators' shock troops: the Void-Hounds, twisted amalgamations of cloned flesh and cybernetic weaponry. "They’re trying to overwhelm the Dome's shields before the main cannon fires," Scarlett analyzed, her fingers flying across the Stellar Navigator while her jade brush painted frantic, glowing golden runes in the air. "System! Reroute all auxiliary power to the Nine-Heavens Defense Array!"

Warmonger Chassis Type 13 [A] - Primal Machinations “Planetcracker” Omniresonant Greathammer [S] - Primal Machinations “Primdahl” Round Shield [A] - Mechanica Dharma “Retribution” Mass Driver Pistol [A] — Each of them were installed with the hyperionization submodules that Raijin had put together, which helped protect their armor and shields from Imperial disintegrators. And so they easily raised their shields in front of them, and happily shrugged off any incoming fire from the ships they charged towards.

says Yasuhiro while grabbing another cigarette and lighting it up. The cigarette starts to transform into another minigun and Yasuhiro continues to fire his rounds until the minigun he had at hand would overheat. The minigun overheats and he throws it away. He picks up the new minigun and continues to fire away. Meanwhile, Akihiko who was about to die thinks to himself-

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“