Military Sci Fi Dropship 소설 & 이야기

Planet UltraKeep Alpha, Sol Security Services Megacorporate System, Federal Inner Sector The small, frigate-sized cargo transport flashed near the planet’s primary teleport beacon with little fanfare. It joined the numerous other transport cargo ships floating in the space around them, most of which were many times larger. A grim-looking pilot and copilot pair sat in their seats on the bridge, and waited patiently while the beacon’s security fleet scanned their cargo. It only took a few scant minutes for the drones to complete their work, at which point a bored-looking security officer flashed on their comms display.

"But the Hearth remains. The Vessel is still warm." She saw a clawed hand—black, obsidian, and multi-jointed—reach out to a glowing control panel. The ship was a Scavenger-Dreadnought (a large alien vessel designed to strip-mine dead civilizations). It wasn't here to harvest DNA; it was here to eat the "Scraps" the Void had left behind. "Elara!" A hand slammed into her shoulder. The vision shattered like dropped glass. She collapsed onto the hot asphalt, gasping for air. Kazimir was over her, his face a mask of frantic concern. He didn't use words; he simply gripped her forearms, his strength acting as a Neural Anchor to pull her back to the present.

He saw the group approaching and waved at Seb and his companions. “You folks going back to the dorms?” he asked Maj. Gen. Muller. “Right, you need a lift?” Gen. Muller asked back with a stern look in his face. “If it isn’t much trouble?” grinned Dupont, “It seems we have just missed the University shuttle.” “Much obliged,” reply the general. “Follow me, I’ve got the jeep parked at the side.”

A deafening roar filled the narrow street, shattering the remaining glass windows along the entire block. Eva pressed her hands over her ears, dropping to one knee as the wind nearly tore her rifle from her grip. A massive black shadow descended from the sky, hovering just fifty feet above the ruined street. It was a sleek, triangular gunship made of polished grey alloy, its twin engines glowing with a blinding, white-hot energy. Thick armor plates covered its hull, and two heavy plasma cannons mounted under its nose rotated slowly toward the capital troops. Inside the gunship's glass cockpit, illuminated by the cold purple light of the control screens, sat Julian.

Before I could ask what she meant, Ace stepped forward. “We can’t just stand here.” His jaw tightened as he stared at the wounded Guardian. “They’re killing them.” Leo grabbed his brother’s arm. “Don’t.” “We have to help.” “With what?” Leo pointed toward the sky. “Look at the size of that ship.” Ace followed his gaze. Rows upon rows of smaller craft detached from the enormous vessel. Dropships. Dozens. Then hundreds. “They’re deploying,” Rowan whispered. Her voice lacked panic. It held resignation.

"Dropships on the northern ridge! They’re deploying the Sentinels!" Lydia gripped the plates tighter. The energy was surging now, a wild, hungry thing that threatened to tear her apart. She felt the child’s heartbeat accelerate, matching the frantic rhythm of the battle above. "Kael! Fire!" Lydia gasped. Above the domes, the pulse-cannons roared. Twin beams of white light cut through the blizzard, slamming into the leading dropship. The vessel’s shields flickered and died, and the ship plummeted into the ravine, disappearing in a ball of orange fire.

It didn't make a sound as it entered our world, but the sheer gravity of its presence caused the glass in the War Room to crack. "The First Reaper," I whispered. A message appeared on every screen in the city—and inside the minds of every living being. **[PROPERTY RE-ACQUIRED. COMMENCING BIO-INTEGRATION.]** --- ### The Descent The ship didn't fire lasers. It didn't drop bombs. It dropped **Spores**. Thousands of glowing green pods began to fall from the belly of the obsidian insect, drifting down like lethal dandelion seeds. They landed in the parks, on the rooftops, and in the crowded streets of the Intersection.

"Adrenaline and glucose. You’re going into shock." "I'm fine," I lied, the rush of chemicals snapping my eyes open. "You're not fine. Your heart rate is 140. The baby’s heart rate is 180. You need to disconnect." "If I disconnect, the shield falls. If the shield falls, we die." "General!" the sensor officer interrupted. "New contact! Breaking atmosphere directly above the facility!" "Another drop pod?" "No," the officer’s face went pale. "It’s too big. It’s a boarding craft. Capital Class."