Nier: Automata Command Novels & Stories

His gold hoop earrings danced in the afternoon sun shining through the windows. "Nario, you too. Send me the timestamps, I'll get everything set up from here." Nario nodded and did what Nik needed. Gianna, Nario's wife, came over and sat beside him at the bank of computers. She was second in command of the tech crew around here. I was still working on memorizing names and faces for the entire crew, but I'd get there. Eventually.

3 RV wouldn't last long. He couldn't let it get near. "Activate Fire Control Radar—auto-target!" [Command confirmed!]

"It’s me. It’s Elena. Fight it. Don't let him own you." Nora’s organic jaw began to twitch violently, her head snapping to the left as her cybernetic half tried to regain control of her motor functions. A stream of thick, black oil mixed with human blood trickled from her nostril. She was experiencing a catastrophic neural glitch. The corporate programming was ordering her to strike, but her maternal instinct was tearing her brain apart to stop it. "Commander Nora is compromised," the lead Stalker barked, his insectoid visor flashing as he stepped around her twitching form. "Bypass authorization. Terminate both targets."

The bidding ended and a bot was wheeled out, murmurs and gasps sounding to the crowd. "This here is our revolution. This will put a stop to the menace called vampires. We will take back our city." The crowd cheered, quieting as the man continued, " The bot 54 is able to understand voice commands and perform human tasks, like wielding a gun and basic combats. Though limited for the moment, possession of the bots is like having your soldier to do your bidding and with it we can prove to them that we're not lackeys. We will take this city right from under their nose." The crowd hooted and cheered and I gaped at Vanir, who was eerily calm, in horror.

Igikran asked with puzzled eyes, “Why the demand? Command me, Your Highness.” “Prepare… for the Lysemme,” Nicoria uttered these words and Igikran nodded his head and went to the living area to arrange for the Lysemme.

I look at Soren. Soren looks back at me. "For the record," Soren says, "I want it noted that I am doing this voluntarily and in the interest of defeating Noctyros and for no other reason." "Noted," I say. I let the command voice out just slightly. Just the frequency under my words, not a specific instruction, just the presence of it, and I watch Soren's entire body respond before his face does, his posture shifting, his weight settling, something instinctive moving through him faster than thought.

Nikolai said, his tone dropping into a freezing, completely steady vibration that made Victor’s smirk falter for a split second. “What are you doing, Nikolai?” I asked, my voice rising in a sharp wave of panic as I watched him step out of the speedboat’s cabin, leaving Victor inside. “We are changing the target,” Nikolai replied sharply, his fingers flying across the digital auxiliary console mounted right outside the speedboat's hull. He entered a rapid sequence of commands, bypassing the primary manual controls. “I am locking this unit into a single, automated navigation heading. It is going straight forward at maximum throttle.”

The one with the needle went right, low and fast. She reached for *command,* the third tool Nyra had scowled over until her throat was raw. Not a scream. Not a plea. A word shaped like an order and threaded with silver. She locked eyes with the one holding the syringe. “Stop,” she said, pushing the syllable hard, sending it lancing down the thin silver‑bright line between their gazes. The command hit—she *felt* it land—but it skidded. Too much adrenaline. There is too much conditioning against Lunaris compulsion. He flinched, muscles jerking—

“Is it mathematically possible the pack journalists have already tracked my coordinates to this sector?” My mind raced to the state of my communications. “My terminal requires an immediate power connection.” The heavy strike rattled the timber again. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. “My form will audit the threshold and execute a clearing protocol,” Nyra declared, her hand shoving my frame off the kitchen stool. “Navigate to your chamber and connect your terminal.”

he said with a smile knowing that I was something more to him. In return, King Niklaus presented Abatrose with a sleek, wearable AI-powered waterproof pendant, its surface glinting with a subtle, metallic sheen. "This is an advanced AI interface, Abatrose," King Niklaus explained, "designed to alert you of any potential threats within a 100-meter range. Simply touch your thumb to the sensor to activate or deactivate it." As Abatrose took the pendant, it suddenly spoke to him in a soft, melodic voice, "Greetings, Abatrose. I am ARIA, your personal AI assistant. I will alert you to any potential dangers and provide strategic support whenever needed."