Mobile Suit Gundam Orphan Novels & Stories

The high orbital station of New Silver was no longer a quiet lunar outpost; it had become a frantic, shimmering hub of interstellar engineering. Massive gantries of silver quartz held the fleet of a hundred Atmospheric Scouts in place: their hulls being retrofitted with "Andromeda Shunts" to withstand the absolute zero of the intergalactic void. I stood on the observation deck: my Tempered Heart drumming a steady, expectant sixty beats per minute. My gold ringed eyes watched the silver-blue glow of the Earth below: a world I had once fought to save in the mud of the Fringe, now a mere node in a galactic heart.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

But she couldn't mourn her camera's ultimate demise as she wasn't even getting herself. A few seconds later, Dina got herself back, holding her head she shook it vigorously to shake off her dizziness, she had always been abnormal anyways in that she had never gotten sick before so she wasn't surprised she hadn't gotten a headache in all this drama. Dina looked around the area she was in, an orange-like space with nothing but her in it... "Hi, welcome to your soul space, since you're extreme yang, instead of the usual yellow for D-rank, you get an orange, I am your system and I am known as Zero-one, a pleasure to be acquainted with you," Zero-one said in a monotone voice.

I say to Scarlet "No the honour is mine and knowing that I might not physically be in the fight but will be a huge part in you kicking arse when your in the fight that is fantastic to me." Alpha Nico then speaks "I have agreed as I can't see not just my Beta but a close friend of mine suffer anymore, I'm guessing this second ritual will be very similar to the first one?" Oh crap I thought they knew what they were doing. "Yes it is basically the same, the only thing different will be the symbols that are put down, your will be moonrock, a cannine tooth and a claw and then another item that is important to Keira so the sacrifice will connect to the right person." Arizer replied

“Yeah, that’s Lillian.” They had come out of the stale smelling storeroom now, Willy’s eyes fell on the guards on the floor. He wondered who could be strong enough to bind up the three Collaborators, using the long metal bars ripped from a cage. Then his eyes fell on Orbin and the Reptilian. The other blue female seemed weak but those two? They could be able to do that exactly. The collaborators were practically enhanced humans or super soldiers. But even they were no match for Orbin’s extreme demigod strength level. Orbin could lift up a jumbo jet with ease. Or even the the reptilian was a notch above their league, although he was not as strong as Orbin, his strength level cannot be underes

Quinn. “This is an extremely bad idea. No back up, and no way out.”, Quinn scratched his head. He was in Tony’s personal subspace, inside his body with Orion. Tony warped them inside, leaving body doubles simultaneously. “Well, it’s part of his plan, we just have to find a way to get out of here and release him.” Orion said, tapping his watch. A black skin covered him up to his neck, and a whirring sound came from the suit and Zephyr-1 activated.

Her face went from terrified to ghostly pale. "No," she whispered. "It’s not possible." The lead guard stepped forward, raising a heavy pulse-cannon. The light of the corridor caught the serial number etched into his shoulder armor. It wasn't an AetherCorp designation. It was an ISS Registry Number. "Victor?" Mina’s voice cracked. The guard paused. He tilted his head, the mechanical hiss of his Oxygen Rebreather (a device that recycles exhaled air to allow for longer underwater missions) filling the silence. He raised his hand and slowly unlatched his armored helm.

Max warned. “Madeline just reminds me of her. It's her dark black hair and fur. I think that helps me. During a full moon—to have someone I want to protect. That's all. Other than that I have no other expectation from her.” saying the words out loud still hurt. Losing someone you love was never easy but I was an Alpha and I had no right to think about this while I had a clan to look after. Max sighted.

he whispered, his voice ragged, his love a beacon despite his fading strength. The journal’s starlit notes—Orion’s pattern—swirled in my mind, my father’s legacy guiding me. The microchip’s virus and the pulse device had crippled the Syndicate, but Voss’s protégé, a ghost from my father’s past, threatened to undo it all. “Sophia, the radio!” my mother shouted, her eyes fierce with love as she fired at the tank, its armor deflecting her shots. I clutched the radio, etched with Orion’s stars, and plugged in the microchip, amplifying the distress signal to rally resistance fighters.

“ORA’s core is housed in a quantum vault. Hidden in the Arctic. But once you go in, there’s no coming back out.” Alma looked at her, then at Julian. “I’m tired of backing down.” She extended her hand to Selene. “Let’s rewrite the story.” Selene took it. “Together.” Final Scene, ORA Mainframe (Preview) In a crystalline structure buried beneath centuries of ice, ORA’s core pulsed with light that looked like stars in orbit. It turned toward the signal breach. “ALMA VALE. DNA MATCH CONFIRMED. ACCESS GRANTED. INITIATING FINAL SEQUENCE.”