Murder Drones Oc Maker Novels & Stories

"Unauthorized biological signature detected in the shaft. Multi-heartbeat resonance confirmed in non-registered Omega unit. Protocol Zero in effect." The emergency doors groaned, forced open six inches by an external command. Outside the gap, in the dark of the shaft, the red glowing eyes of three Null-Drones hissed as they locked onto my position. The closest drone extended a jagged, carbon-fiber claw, the tip humming with the power to delete. Kael reached for his sidearm, but the door was already—

“Shit.” From the tunnels above and below, the swarm descended. Drones—sleek, silver, endless—poured into the underbelly like locusts loosed from hell. Their glassy eyes burned red with Echo’s final command, each rotor shrieking like a wasp’s wings. Needled limbs glistened with venomous current, dripping sparks that hissed as they touched the steel.

Its chassis was cracked, leaking a foul-smelling blue fluid. "Is it dead?" Silas whispered. The drone’s central camera eye flickered to life. A bright, cold red. "Joshua Thorne." The voice didn't come from a person. It was a synthesized, hollow playback. It sounded like a ghost caught in a meat grinder. "I know you'm listening," the drone rasped. "You recognize your handiwork? The 192? It works better than your papers suggested. The mortality rate in the initial test group was ninety-four percent."

They were Aegis 'Phantom' Security Drones. Designed specifically for the elite residential sectors, they were aesthetically beautiful—sleek, chrome-plated quadrupeds that moved with the terrifying, silent grace of metallic panthers. They didn't have heavy plasma cannons; they were armed with integrated, high-frequency laser scalpels meant to surgically dismember intruders without damaging the expensive artwork or staining the carpets with too much blood. SYSTEM ALERT: PHANTOM DRONE (STEALTH CLASS). THREAT: HIGH-AGILITY.

I left my sharp piece of drone rotor blade slide over the edges of the collar and searched for the fine seam of the housing. “In the slums you don’t survive long if you Trash just looked like garbage. Everything has an internal construction plan. I have years broken Enforcer drones pulled out of the Schredder battles and put them in Water filter, heater and scanner rebuilt. The consortium does not build for Eternity. They build for the mass.” With a slight click, my blade found the tiny gap next to the

"I’ve been looking at the Sky-Phantom 9000. It’s a military-grade drone with 4K thermal imaging and a six-mile range. It costs twelve thousand dollars. Retail." "You’re five! You’ll fly it into a tree!" "I’ve been practicing on the simulator," Leo replied, unbothered. "Also, Uncle Julian is downstairs with a fingerprint kit. He’s very excited. He thinks he’s going to catch a ghost. If I show him this watch, he won't have to look for prints anymore." I looked at the watch. Then I looked at the stairs. "You’re blackmailing me?" "I prefer the term venture capital," Leo said. "The drone for the watch. And I want the drone delivered to the service entrance by tomorrow morning. Anonymous shipping.

When the Citadel manor felt that everything was going their way, the Headmaster pulled out one of the Black Order’s newest inventions. With a smirking, cold dominant voice, he spoke on the intercom, “We don’t have any vervain for the vampires, but that doesn’t matter with the use of our new weapon, all of them will kneel.” He declared and soon activated the death drones. The drones flew in every direction. They swarm like flies, hundreds of them looking for a pack of wolves to unleash their deadly silver gas on them.

"Nobody closes it without my say." A Scrapper drone burst through the elbow joint. It was a fusion of a spider and a buzzsaw. I drove my hand forward. The vacuum of the Seventh Seal erupted from my palm. It caught the drone mid-air. The Multiversal market was open. The first customer was trying to break the shop.

In order to defend against this group’s attack, Hamed summoned his adjutant immediately and asked, “How many drones do we still have at our base?” The adjutant hurriedly said, “We still have more than twenty drones that we bought from Oskia. We bought a few more at that time because of the cheap price.” Hamed asked, “What is the drone’s approximate battery life?” The adjutant thought about it for a moment and replied, “it should be around twenty-five minutes and no more than half an hour at most.”

“If we have to retreat, we drag as many as we can physically carry. I don’t care if it slows us; I’m not leaving warm bodies in her sandbox.” “Copy,” Tessa said. “Two released,” Rowan said, breath coming fast. “Three—” The first of the heavy drones rounded the corner—twice the size of the earlier ones, bristling with gun ports and sensor clusters. It glowed faintly in Aria’s overlay—active, hostile, and very interested. Kael opened fire. Metal shrieked as rounds sparked off armor. The drone returned fire, the chamber filling with the staccato scream of automatic weapons.