Murder Drones Oc Maker Novels & Stories

"I'm going to drown it." The drone fired.

"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.

"The failsafes will trigger a 'Core-Vent' to prevent a meltdown. That’s our window. When the vents open, the logic core is exposed." The approach was a desperate game of timing. The Dredger was surrounded by a cloud of "Silt-Drones" small, nimble units designed to clear debris from the drill’s path. They didn't have weapons, but they were heavy and fast, acting like kamikaze projectiles against anyone who drew near. "I’ll draw the Silt-Drones toward the pier!" Jax shouted, already breaking cover. "You get up there and find a way to choke that radiator!" Jax began firing into the air, his bolts lighting up the grey mist of the shoreline. The drones swarmed toward him, a buzzing cloud of metal

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."

Morello's organization wasn't incompetent. Instead of sending people to investigate, they first deployed a swarm of drones. When Victor saw hundreds of small drones hovering above him, he ignored them. 'Let them watch if they want. If they don't get anxious, they won't show their hand.' Victor was determined to take down Camp Odeist. He wanted their Source Crystals. Victor was really eager to level up his mech to Level 80 because he had just obtained a Legendary energy barrier.

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.

I sarcastically remarked. "Well, if you want me to be honest then, that asshole destroyed my last drone, which cost a small fortune." He rolled his eyes as he turned around, examining his drone on the ground. It was matte black with 4 propellers, squaring off the hardware in the center. Additionally, there were several micro cameras on different angles of the body. There was no need for him to tell us it was expensive; it looked expensive. "You know Eric." I walked around the large drone examining it from a few feet away. "I saw a similar drone over the lake back at Crimson pack. Were you spying on me?"