Homeless Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

The system however will never be able to escape this heartless Host command as it began his duty. Attempting Opening Status quo... Loading... Inializing... Downloading... 10..35...50...99.. Successful D******d.... Successful Operation.... Name: Clone Henn Age: 23 years old Relationship to the Host: Stranger System: No system Ability: Glittering Dust Identity: Ordinary HD10 Special Circumstances: Close to Elimination Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Deteriorate Heroes’ [He follows his Young master commands every time, he would kill himself if that was also his Young master command]

Maru commanded the soul clone and his words were heeded by the lowly construct. He was of course not a fool to just charge directly ahead into the black hole using his true body since he did not know the dangers that awaited him beyond this dark creation. Our protagonist was much too smart to make this mistake. And so with a clone leading the quest, it would post little to no danger to him at all. “SLURP!” Maru’s clone was eaten into the black hole in full. After that, all he needed to do was wait. * * * In an alien world, a thunderous flash of lightning storm descended in one spot of the land.

The system however will never be able to escape this heartless Host command as it began his duty. Attempting Opening Status quo... Loading... Inializing... Downloading... 10..35...50...99.. Successful D******d.... Successful Operation.... Name: Clone Henn Age: 23 years old Relationship to the Host: Stranger System: No system Ability: Glittering Dust Identity: Ordinary HD10 Special Circumstances: Close to Elimination Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Deteriorate Heroes’ [He follows his Young master commands every time, he would kill himself if that was also his Young master command]

Through brush, through branches, through a fence that wasn’t on the map. The Jeep landed hard on the other side. Lina cried out. Liana clung to her. “Everyone okay?” Alex barked. “Yes.” “Yes.” “Keep going.” I didn’t look back. I knew what was behind us. Not mercenaries. Not soldiers. Clones. Copies. Versions of me perfected for violence. The program hadn’t ended. It had evolved. And now it wanted its original back. We didn’t stop until we reached the facility Torres promised. Concrete buried in earth, rusted doors, no lights.

"Company is coming. THE FIRST WAVE The drilling stopped. Silence returned to the tunnel. Then, a metallic CLANG. A grappling hook shot out of the darkness above, latching onto the stone railing of the ramp. Then another. And another. Ropes dropped. "Here we go," Kai whispered. Figures began to slide down the ropes. They weren't Valravn. They were tactical assault troops. Heavy body armor, night-vision goggles, gas masks. Mercenaries. "Wait for it," Kai murmured. The first trooper hit the ramp. He unclipped from the rope and raised his rifle. He took a step forward. He crossed the invisible line of the first kinetic repulsor. WHOOSH. A pulse of blue force slammed into him. It threw him backwa

I retorted. When he wouldn't stop begging for my help, I offered him the next best thing I could cope with which was integration into Darkness. Moon Shadow would cease to exist and all members of the former Moon Shadow pack would have to accept that and, if they didn't accept that, they would be classed as rogues - I told them that they could remain in their houses though as long as they didn't try anything with me because they suddenly got a desperate hatred for what I had done. Jonah didn't even have to think twice before he accepted the offer. He was happy to be relieved of his duties and able to live his life that he signed the dotted line and never bothered to look back. Hell, he even m

Find Father Thomas there. ​"And you?" ​"I’m going to blow up this tunnel. It’s the only way to stop them." ​I hugged Lucas. But his body felt strangely cold. When I placed my ear to his chest, I found no heartbeat. Only the ticking sound of a clock. ​I backed away. "You... are you a clone too?" ​Lucas gave a tragic smile. "I am Prototype 16. I am the only clone into whom some of Lucas’s memories were uploaded. Sophia, perhaps the real Lucas never even existed. He was just a figment of your father's imagination."

I turn it over. The bottom rocker patch is intact. NOMAD. I freeze. I know enough about club hierarchy to know what that means. Nikos talked about it once, when he was complaining about club politics. Nomads don't have a home charter. They travel. They are enforcers, fixers, ghosts. They come in when a club needs extra muscle for a war. This wasn't a local Reaper. This wasn't just Kyros's crew from across town. He called in reinforcements.

The doppelgängers wake. They're not mimics. They're *upgrades*. --- **The Perfections** The Kelly clone moves first, her static a controlled storm, her eyes glowing with the Arbor Prime's green light. "You're flawed. Let us fix you." The Hunter clone phases through solid matter, his roots razor-sharp. "You'll thank us later." The Kael clone aims a rifle forged from pure entropy. "Stand still. This'll sting." Veyra and I retreat, but the garden shifts, walls of thorns cutting off escape. The Custodian watches, bored. "This is why we use clean templates. Organics are so... *messy*."

It was her turn to ask now, “They say you were a rogue and I could see their expressions turning sour whenever they hear it. Tell me, Can you explain it to me? Is still don't understand your world. Is it that bad to be a rogue?” “Then you're still not ready for this world,” I answered. “Being a rogue is equivalent to being a homeless criminal in your world. We do not have our pack because we were abandoned, cast off, and exiled from our past pack. We have to always hunt for food, and always starve some of us die out of starvation, especially in drought times. No one is our friend, everyone is our enemy. Humans hunt us to sell us to the black market, while our kind hunts us because they see