Orb Drone Ball Novels & Stories

"Lieutenant... Major... Welcome to my office" Margaret grinned and pointed at the machine. "The loot tells me that this pathetic piece of shit actually worked. Is that true?" Oko's teeth were extremely white. "Yes, ma'am. Take a look". A table loaded with olive drab com gear sat off to one side. Oko touched some keys, video blossomed, and Margaret found herself looking at a drone eye view of the desert. It turned and spiraled upward. "Sorry about that", Oko said, turning a knob, "but vultures fly in circles. That was why it worked - because I programmed the drone to do the same thing".

Max hovered nearby, watching her with that familiar mix of pride and awe. “Alright, everyone!” Landon called, clinking his glass. “Apparently, Max has something dramatic planned. Try not to panic.” Suzi turned to Max, eyebrow raised. “You said it was simple.” He gave her his most charming smile. “It is. I promise.” From the patio, a small drone hummed to life—one of Max’s “minor additions.” It floated above the pool, carrying a black-and-white box labeled “The Bean Reaper’s Redemption.” “Oh no,” Suzi whispered, though she couldn’t help laughing.

He lifts his hand in the air, surrender. "Okay okay. I'll buy you another lingerie." 'And of course, I'll tear it out again.' In the last sentence, he only said inwardly, of course. "Try to tear it out again, I'll bite your little brother." She warned him. Yu Lin smiles happily. He opens the metal case and takes out his new drone. It was small and light. The color of his drone also is a bit invisible within one-meter eyesight. He switching on the drone and starts to fly it with his control. He also opens his military laptop and accesses some data.

It was hard not to look down. Under the oily green water right under my numb left foot the big matte-black disc of the Chronos drone was rising. Its smooth hull didn't make any bubbles as it hovered two feet below my boots. The big round camera lens in its center glowed with a white light that stared straight up at my sons chest. It spun with a hydraulic hiss that vibrated through the water and into my pelvis. The ocean around my thighs was getting weirdly warm, heated by the drones core. Click-click-click-click.

"Chronological instability detected. Initiating localized quarantine protocol." The drone’s twin weapon pods swung downward, charging with a sickening blue glow that signaled a temporal displacement strike. With the path ahead completely destroyed by the landslide and the drone blocking their retreat, the team was trapped on a crumbling ledge with nowhere left to run.

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.”

DL command responded. Jack nodded. "That would be great because I am planning the ORBS to make it into 1 inches only so I can easily carry it with me for a long run." Jack exclaimed as he was looking at the screen figuring out his new idea. "But for now, we need to test the capability of the ORBS." Jack continues. "DL command can you try to locate where is the best spot where I can put the ORBS?" Jack ask. "How about we do it in front of your house first. See if anyone could probably get a hit out of it." DL command responded.

The drone’s sensors whirred, trying to track the sudden vertical movement, but it was too slow. Ashren came down like an anvil. His four massive paws slammed into the sleek silver chassis of the drone. The metal buckled under his weight. His jaws opened, revealing teeth the size of daggers, and he bit down directly on the right repulsor engine. There was a shower of blue sparks, the screech of tearing metal, and the drone immediately lost lift. Ashren kicked off the dying machine, sending it spiraling into the snow below, and landed gracefully on a jutting ledge of ice.

If we feed the code there, we can overwrite the cleansing protocol!” “The problem is only,” Nova called from above, “that they have noticed us!” dozens of small, Black dots. There were no wooden gliders. It was autonomous catching Old World drones – slim, angular and familiar, cold purple light her lenses. Kael put his hands on my shoulders. “Get us in, Jada. Do the rest we.” I looked at the approaching thunder of drones, spanned the muscles and ripped the cross. We were the heirs of Ouroboros, and this heaven

The air in the stasis hall shattered. The Sentinel Drones—small, sleek spheres of matte-black metal—didn't move like birds; they moved like angry hornets. They used Omnidirectional Thrusters (engines that can fire in any direction instantly), allowing them to zip and pivot in ways that defied physics. "Behind the pods! Use the lead-glass for cover!" Kazimir roared.