Science Fiction Tanks Novels & Stories

me. He checked the belt side. Everything was in its place. Medicinal Syringes, Grenade Launchers, Repair Patches. Will be. He looked out and saw the long barrel of a predator rifle in the corner. After a while you will see the whole tank. It was a standard Imperial tank design, but instead of a neat model of the united Imperial Planetary Army, it had a crude eight-armed symbol of chaos with hasty spatters of blood red and yellow painted on the sides. Ragnar saw this disgusting label and gritted his teeth. It was a sign of demon worshipers who vowed to destroy everything Ragnar had fought for his entire life, and seeing it reveals the cruelty to animals removed from the bubble of his space wo

While the bloodhunts retreated to dark and gloomy underground caves. The witborns have overpopulated Dianium, compared to the fellhounds and the bloodhunts. They advance in knowledge and new technology, compiling codexes and conducting studies to maintain their defenses against the other races. Dianos, the moon titan, gave the witborns the gift of air and water power technology. With this knowledge and means, they have constructed what is called the Tink Tank. A Tink Tank is a steam-powered full armor that is worn and controlled mechanically by the wearer. It is a battle suit with enlarged limbs to raise up the strength of the witborn wearer.

In Zero-G, there was no up or down. Ren pushed off the hull, floating freely through the void, spinning slowly to line up sniper shots. Pew. Pew. The drones exploded in silent puffs of fire, the debris drifting away into eternal orbit. Tank was anchored to a solar panel, unleashing a torrent of tracers. In the vacuum, the recoil of his minigun acted like a thruster, pushing him backward against the panel. "This physics engine is no joke!" Tank grunted. "I'm fighting the gun just to stay attached!"

“Of course, Mr. Volkov.” They continued past two more tanks. In the third, a hybrid floated with bony plates on its back, arms that split into organic blades, and a mouth that opened in four directions. It was clearly a combat model. In the fourth, a female body with atrophied extra limbs, multiple eyes beneath the skin, and a pulsing core in the abdomen. A model for magical energy generation and overload explosion. Sasha walked to the end of the corridor and stopped before an empty tank.

It had its eyes shut, and its body was adorned with elaborate cybernetic enhancements. Xander whispered, "Soldiers with bio-mechanical enhancements." Magnus was in the process of forming a military force. "What is the total number of these items?" Maya inquired, glancing at the lines of tanks extending into the darkness. Xander quickly looked at a nearby console, typing rapidly on the keys. Numerous, perhaps even greater in number. It seems that the explosion has triggered a sequence of events. "They are beginning to wake up." Right on time, the tanks started making hissing and popping sounds, with the liquid inside bubbling and flowing out. The characters within began to twitch and shift, t

He clapped and cheered. Out of the corner of her eye, Adeline spotted Craig. She used the last bit of her strength to grab him for help, but he coldly shoved her hand away. He then quickly swam off, folded his arms, and continued to watch. This situation lasted for a full two minutes. Adeline struggled feebly until she stopped moving. Craig hesitated for a moment. Then, he quickly turned the scuba tank back on. By then, Adeline was unconscious. The video stopped abruptly.

“We’ve been trying to bypass the final encryption on these units for months. Your father locked them down with a biometric firewall. It required a live, active Catalyst to touch the network to wake them up.” Faith looked around in horror. All around them, the silver fluid in the tanks began to drain. The glass cylinders began to slide open, releasing a cloud of cold steam. “You didn't come to destroy my army,” Vane laughed. You came to turn it on. One by one, the clones stepped out of the tanks. They didn't fall or stumble. They stood tall, their silver eyes locked onto Faith, their bodies radiating a cold, unstable energy that made the air hum.

- Timothy moving from the shadows and taking advantage of the smoke of Raymart to lessen the horde but there is no free meal in this new world! *GGGGGGGGGGURRRRRRRROOOOOAARRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!* the tank swipes its large arms!!! *SSWOOSSHHH!* and immediately the smoke has been dissipated! the stroke of the TANK was too strong!!! and a small wind gush towards the team! "what the heck is that power!"- Timothy *GGURROOAARRR!!!!* the Tank was already seen us with a large growl

He crashed onto the tanks, causing them to fly in the air before landing onto other tanks and squashing them flat. The crowd gasped. There was even Logan's figure imprinted on the tanks' body. "Don't just stand there! Continue our defense!" Mars shouted. The tanks surrounded Logan and began to close in. Logan, however, was built differently. He flashed a few steps and threw out a punch, which flattened the heavier tanks while sending smaller ones flying. Everyone inside the tanks died from sheer shockwaves alone. His rampage went on. No matter how many rounds and attacks were thrown at him, Logan shrugged it out and kept punching. Every punch destroyed a tank. The impregnable wall of tanks h

The maid answered quietly and stuttered a little. "Impossible!" Adam denied the maid aloud. “You careless ones didn't check that. If this stove can still be used it should put out a fire. tsk! Just procrastinate.” Uncle Austin massaged the bridge of his nose, it was very difficult to deal with his Master who was intoxicated with romance and became a fool. “Lord, I'm sorry. But they seem right. The stove was not damaged. This is an induction cooker, the latest technology. So this is a stove that doesn't put out a fire, just puts out heat. The stove is safe to touch because it will not give off heat, it will only give off heat where we put the pot.” Obviously uncle Li at length. T