Novel & Cerita Ninjago Titanium Ninja

“Akiko and I made good work of the training hall last night. It will be a while before it gets repaired. They should really use sturdier materials and stop stinging on titanium beams.” Titanium… Zen could not even imagine breaking a brick, much less a metal beam. Although, in all fairness, most students in the academy come from mafia families with access to advanced biomedical technology. Even if not everyone was a cyborg like Damian, they had some modified parts to enhance their skills and survivability.

An ear-powdering circle of tearing metal halled through the bridge. The gravel gave up. The massive titanium wings were torn inward and a Flood of purple eyes and black, crystalline legs broke into the Command Center. The silent firefight began. Kael's rifle hit quickly chipping cartridges, while Novas shotguns vacuum with tungsten filled. The empty weavers fragmented in series, but their sheer power was expressing. One of the spiders shot over Kael's head and landed directly on the command armchair, his hooks drilled into the frozen body of the

Ren looked at the speaker. It was Jinx. Her avatar was a sleek, cyber-ninja construct. She wore matte-black stealth plating, a hood pulled low over a digital mask that displayed a shifting neon smiley face. Currently, the face was rolling its eyes. Twin monofilament katanas were strapped to her back. "Relax, Jinx," the second figure rumbled. "The man’s got a life." This was Tank.

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

The time was now 1:14pm and she could make out some movement at the glass door which opened as two huge Japanese men in black suits walked out, followed by another of average height behind them. She moved her sniper slowly to the right as the men made their way across the parking lot to their black sedan. Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss.

It crawled. "Target... active..." it skipped. It was dragging itself toward me. I reached for my railgun. It was gone, lost in the fall. I reached for my sidearm. The holster was empty. I had my knife. An obsidian blade, six inches long. The Titan was ten feet away. It was leaking violet fluid that hissed where it touched the star-metal. "You... don't... quit," I murmured. "Mission... parameters... absolute," the Titan said.

There was too much information, too many records, too many Prophets. And so, she activated her Medical ServoDrone - the one she and Raijin put together for her use. Unlike the hovering MedGun drones they sold to colonial doctors, hers were instead ovular pods that strapped to her armor’s shoulder blades. Back there, they simply sat against the armor itself. But once she activated them, the pods opened up and mechanical arms folded out and extended from inside. They looked frail and spindly, but were in fact composed of a hardened titanium alloy that was tuned specifically for medical procedures. Each of the arms terminated into sharp talon-like tips which were actually a titanium nanite swar

“His skill is quite good. He wears cowboy style clothing, he even has that hat! He looks pretty cool. And his party is not bad either, I can feel each of them are really good.” “Ah~ that one, yes, yes, I also think that they are pretty good. Their teamwork is efficient as well.” Said Niji. “For me, I like the pair of guys with red hair and the other one had a weird mustache. One of them was using a disc with a string attached and the other was using a pair of gauntlets that changes forms. They don’t really have teamwork, but individually, they are both strong.” After Niji was done, Jin told his opinion. “I don’t really know, but I think I like the team with a shark type beast astra and the f

Rachel turned the screw. "Miyako, did you give Pamela that box of matches?" Caprica glared at the ninja. "Matches? Matches are 'Old School'. Ninja's use encapsulated chemical reagents to generate flames," Miyako enlightened us all. "They even work underwater." Caprica looked down and coughed. When she looked back up, she was shaking her head and grinning. "I concede," she sighed. "Students," she called out.