Rebels Iron Squadron Novels & Stories

"But they are coming for a world that is no longer prey. You are the Shield! You are the Architect! Stand your ground!" On the ground, the war began before the first star could blink. Nevan stood at the head of the "Iron Vanguard"—a legion of human soldiers I had spent three years training in the shadows. They didn't have high-tech exoskeletons. They had armor forged from the scrap of the old world, etched with Leo’s silver-wire runes. They carried blades that hummed with the "Quiet." The sky above Moscow tore open.

The Arrival of the Iron-Kin Three days later, the sky over Aethel-Luna didn't turn violet or gold; it became the color of scorched oil. A fleet of ships emerged from the Fold. They were not the elegant needles of the Star-Callers. They were brutal slabs of black steel, covered in jagged sensors and venting radioactive steam. They resembled floating factories, built for one purpose: survival at any cost. As the lead flagship, the Ironside, descended over the valley, a broadcast bypassed every firewall in the city. A voice filled the air, cold and mechanical.

She dived, her golden cannon charging for another shot. "You are a 'High-Value Asset,' Elara!" she screamed, her corporate mask finally cracking into pure, unadulterated rage. "You do not have the 'Permission' to die on your own terms!" Before she could fire, a shadow swept over the bridge. It wasn't a cloud. It was a fleet of rusted, 1990s-era fighter jets—F-15 Eagles—roaring out of the fog. They were the "Air-Wing" of the Iron Vault, piloted by the men and women who had refused to be uploaded.

The moon was directly overhead now. Huge and red and filling the sky. Its light turned everything crimson. Like the whole world was covered in blood. A rebel got past me and ran at Eldric. I tried to stop him but another rebel blocked my way. The rebel raised his sword to kill Eldric. Eldric kept chanting without even looking up. He trusted that we would protect him. I threw myself at the rebel threatening Eldric. Knocked him down. Killed him with one bite to the neck.

Eva’s breath caught in her throat, her body tensed, ready for whatever came next. A group of armed rebels rounded the corner, their faces obscured by masks. They were armed with blasters, their movements swift and coordinated. Ryder motioned for Eva to stay silent, his hand gripping the hilt of his blade. The rebels passed by, unaware of their presence in the shadows. Eva let out a quiet breath, relieved but still on edge.

The throne demanded sacrifice, and yet his heart rebelled against the cold, unyielding weight of duty. Nearby, his trusted captain, Rylan, approached quietly. “Your Grace,” he murmured, his voice low so as not to disturb the others, “the men await your orders. The scouts report the rebels are gathering near the Whispering Woods at dawn.” Kael nodded, folding the letter from the council once more. “They believe the forest will shield them, that the trees will protect their cause. But the forest hides many secrets—secrets that we will use against them.”

"You heard him. Hold the ridge. No mercy." The Iron Sons came again at dusk, dragging siege ladders this time, pushing battered carts up the orchard slope under cover of the falling dark. The wind carried their grunts, the snap of whips, the barked orders of mercenary captains who'd sold their souls to Calor's silver. Selena pressed her back to the ridge barricade, Elric beside her, both of them soaked to the bone in blood and sleet.

“Yes, Commander. It’s the mark of the rebels.” “Rebels?” I blinked, confused. “What does that mean?”

"The Rebels were better. I don't even know why they're called rebels when they were kinder and better to us." "Curse the Alpha. What sort of god is so evil as to take the little we have from us?" "I wish the Rebels won the battle. They didn't rob us of what we owned." "Everyday I ask the Moon Goddess why she did not just give the rebels the victory they deserved. Now we are left to suffer with that evil Alpha that designs himself a god and his Beta who does not appear to want to rest until he drinks our blood for his wine."

Hopefully, the battle would be as bloodless as River imagined. In the woods surrounding the IronClaw pack, the steady advancement of their footsteps was the only sound River and her group could hear for several meters. Apart from that was also the chirping of birds who'd begun coming out in preparation for the new day. A day in which the IronClaw pack would be set free. The group consisted of River in the middle, Gonzalo and Sofia on her left and right sides, taking offensive positions, and two skilled soldiers from the rebellion, both males, as well as Old Man Thomas taking over defense at the front.