Sailor Mars Weapons Novels & Stories

Slowly the marks dim back to their normal blue glow. "Sorry," she whispers. "I'm trying to control it." "I know you are honey. But trying ain't good enough. Not with these stakes." "So what do we do?" "Fight. But smart. Moon Guard got magic but they ain't invincible. They bleed like anyone else." "You know how to kill them?" "Used to be one remember? Know all their tricks. Their weaknesses too." Marcus walks to his bag and pulls out a bunch of weird looking weapons. Knives with curved blades. Some kind of crossbow made of white wood. Little glass bottles filled with silver liquid.

His Merguard-issued trident, made of a silver alloy, rests at his side, a symbol of his authority as a guardian and a formidable weapon in his skilled hands. On either side of the carriage, Joe and Bryan hover, armed with spears and daggers. Joe's short trident, reminiscent of Tritan's but smaller in size, allows for precise strikes and versatile maneuverability. Bryan's spear, alongside his trusty dagger, provides him with a range of options for offense and defense. Both mermen maintain a vigilant watch over the surrounding waters, ready to protect the group from any potential threats.

The controls lit up around me—joysticks, screens, a helmet resting in the cradle. I put the helmet on. The visor flickered, displaying a Heads-Up Display. SYSTEM ONLINE. WELCOME, PRINCESS MARINA. "No," I said into the mic. "I'm Marigold." BIOMETRIC SCAN... MISMATCH. USER: MARIGOLD FORBES. ACCESS GRANTED. The screens shifted. Weapon systems. Navigation. Engine status. "Engine status?" I asked. FUEL CELLS: 100%. CAPABILITY: STEALTH. SPEED: MACH 2. ARMAMENT: 2x MISSILES, 1x RAILGUN.

It was a familiar voice, Sacio. “I don’t know.” Saron looked around. “That may just…he really bothers me.” The pause in the assault ended with a movement from the far rear of the enemy ranks. Some of the werewolves were now armed with crossbows and some of the trolls had long throwing lances. “Get ready!” Termâs called out.

From the contrast quality and the glow that it released, it was apparent that it was created from some high-grade exotics. THE SEA ANGEL’S ALLIANCE was written on it with bold characters. As soon as they crossed the gate, Kalen felt his heart stop beating for a moment. They were greeted with a bunch of blue submarines of various shapes, that were clustered in a row intimidatingly. The formidable cannon muzzles extending from their sides were the final touch of perfection, clarifying their identities as weapons of mass destruction. The gladiator’s widely opened eyes were not about to close soon, as this was just the beginning of a luxurious show.

I heard the Captain chuckled sexily when he saw my eyebrows ceased. "You can call him anything you want tho," he assured me. "Now, that's Marcillo, the carpenter. The is the one responsibe for fixing anything that is broken in the ship." he told me. "Alex the Gunner, his sub is Xander. Ferdin the navigator, his sub is Ellan. Rieki and Raeki the Doctors, they are twins. And Gae together with Galvin, the cook." he told me. Now, he faced me. He looked at me like he's sipping my soul out.

"Damned if I know. I stepped out for a cup of Java, came back, and saw Hoya lying on the deck. I bent over to check his pulse. That was when the grunts jumped me. Nice going, by the way... The missus thanks you" Salom heard the thud, thud, thud, of muffled gunshots and bent to retrieve the Marine's sidearm. A quick check confirmed that it was loaded with low-velocity ammo - a must on any spaceship. She gestured to the other body. "Grab a weapon, Chief... We've got trouble". The CPO nodded, grabbed the second soldier's pistol, and followed the CO out into the corridor. A klaxon sounded, they heard a scream, and the mutiny was under way.

"The Sovereign-Mates are deemed Irreparable. Initiate Full-Deletion." The Centinel lunged, its limbs made of "Optimization-Scythes."

He lowered his helmet and concealed his face to avoid suspicion. “I call to you great presence. Heed to my orison and grant me your unfathomable power, fro we serve you oh great link, our path to Tomasa!” Orange rings formed on the forearms of the soldiers and began revolving around their arms. “This miracle will help you pass through the miasma covering Free state. It is dangerous for humans to breathe. The seal will last on your arm for only two hours so I suggest we move quickly! They began their march across a dense coverage of trees and into the red foggy miasma that marked the wall boundary. Dakario met them outside a huge gate and they marched through, passing the green vile creatures

My eyes turned black at the sight of the man hanging down from the ceiling, silver chains wrapped around his wrist and connected him to the ceiling. “Hello Garrett." My lips curled up sadistically as I looked at one of the three men that attacked wren. It was possible for mates to share memories, I had looked into wren's memory of the events of that day and I had seen him. The only one that was unmasked, Garrett. His pale face looked even paler and his eyes widened in fear, he began to struggle with his chain even though we both knew it was fruitless. The chains were not only silver which weakened werewolves but they were also laced with wolfsbane.