Murder Drones Oc Maker Novels & Stories

"Now." As they scrambled toward the stairwell, Lucien caught a flash of movement in the shadows of the corridor—a flicker of red, the activation light of a rogue security drone that had somehow bypassed the kill-switch. It hovered, silent and predatory, its targeting laser painting a thin, crimson line across Lucien’s chest. The system might have died, but the nightmares it created were still hungry.

"The drones are at the gates. We need the resonance. We need you." "I... I am a variable," Kael whispered, his voice a flat, synthesized monotone. "Variables must be... solved." "Dammit, Kael, you're not a math problem!" Sloane turned to the line of rebels. They were armed with "Steam-Shunts"—repurposed industrial pressure-valves that fired concentrated bursts of gritty, soot-heavy vapor. The Material Strategy: The Auditor drones were composed of Hyper-Ordered Lattices. While their hardness was off the charts, their Fracture Toughness was remarkably low. They were the ultimate "Brittle" material.

Kai hissed. He shoved me back, his arm a bar of iron across my chest. We froze. At the far end of the corridor, where the shadows pooled thickest, a drone drifted into view. It wasn’t one of the friendly campus delivery bots. This was a Hunter model, sleek, black chrome, shaped like a teardrop, with a single, glowing red eye scanning the floor. It hovered, the hum of its anti-grav engine vibrating in my teeth. It turned. The red eye swept toward us.

"The drone was an assassination. They hired a company called Lyme to source the drone for them. The drone is a prototype that was booked for a demonstration with Lyme. From what I can gather, Lyme and the Yakuza kidnapped the drone creator to kill Sato." Samuel turned toward Karuki. "And? Where is the drone now? Why have we not recovered it yet? Who was the man developing it?" "Douglas Krieger." "Krieger?" Samuel frowned. He knew that name. He glanced at his laptop. The antivirus software. That Krieger? Karuki took a few steps toward Samuel. "Yes, the youngest son of the founder of Krieger, Inc." Fucking hell. Samuel bit the inside of his mouth.

“They’ll come again. And if they find you, they’ll use you. You don’t understand what you are.” “I’m not leaving without answers.” Drayke wiped the blood from his lip, his voice low but steady. “Then you’ll get them from me. Because I’m done letting him speak for you.” They locked eyes again, the promise of another fight simmering just beneath the surface. And then The alley lights flickered. Once. Twice. Caelum’s head snapped up. “We’re not alone.” Before anyone could move, a drone screamed down from above, red targeting lasers sweeping across the ground. The air filled with the sound of spinning rotors and a mechanical voice:

Then he looked at everyone else. "You may think the case that other officers couldn't solve in more than 9 months, how can we solve it in just 2 weeks? But let me ask you one thing instead, why was this team formed in the first place? Why were we given a special room with all those special gadgets and advantages? The answer is-" "Is to put a stop to the serial murder and catch Dr. Killer as fast as possible." Said Mr. Gray with a smile as he finished his friend's sentence. "And we have to catch him before another innocent life is lost."

The mutilated corpses of Taloren’s Chosen littered the ground as the drones dismantled each of them with surgical precision. One of the Drogar screamed in absolute pain as one of the drones dug its hind claws into him while it used its talons to slice him to ribbons. He was literally held down while he was disemboweled alive. The Drogar’s compatriot was on the ground next to him, completely frozen with fear. His hands shook so intensely that he could barely keep his gun trained on the drone. Just as he gathered enough courage to steady his aim, a bullet shot right through the side of his head in a flash.

Monday. Home of the Light, New York. ABNER WATCHED THE CELL phone video of the tactical team head into darkness. They were about twelve hours too late. Too close for Abner's taste. Normally he wouldn't have gone near a deal this hot. He had rules in place to preserve his existence and way of life. That was how his family had grown, safely away from the prying eyes of Big Brother. But the opportunity to get his hands on the first commercially produced HiTech Sentinel Series drone was just too much to pass up. And for a steal.

That was bait. Once Ricco unlocked the “grid,” it unlocked him. I knew where he was the second he popped his transmitter. The flood system? That was just theatre. I didn’t need to drown him. I needed him wet, panicked, climbing a ladder with false hope— Only to meet my drone. The drone didn’t kill him. It looked him in the eye. And then broadcast his location. Because death doesn’t humiliate. Exposure does. LORENZO. BLACK CLAW. SOUTH.

“Shit, you’re right. Climb the walls?” “Do you have your nano grip mods?” “No. Didn’t expect this kind of a mess. Especially in 14K territory” “Even if we did, the plans said these buildings have shock spikes on their roofs. We won’t be able to handle that” Sol searched around for anything they could use, a distraction of some sort to force the Cohens to leave their post. She feels a rustle in her jacket’s left pocket, quickly digging in she pulls out a small cube that changes the shape the moment it falls on her hand. Sprouting four legs and a rotor at its head, the drone’s visor buzzed and stared inquisitively at Sol as it eagerly bobbed up and down, ready to take its new orders.