Science Fiction Tanks Novels & Stories

It is enough. Pete’s trucks return at four with the tanks. Ten IBC totes. Food-grade. One thousand liters each. Loaded on the flatbeds in a row like blue industrial monks on pilgrimage. Maya stands by the gutter line while the crane takes them one by one. Molly lifts. Eli guides. Carol watches the street. Pete handles straps without speaking, which is how Maya knows whatever happened at the supplier landed somewhere real inside him. By the time the last tank is seated, the side of the warehouse looks different. Not prettier. God, no. The tanks are square, blue, bluntly practical things, the architectural equivalent of a woman saying, “Fine, I’ll do it myself,” and then producing a spreadshee

"Everyone knows that infantry is flexible but fragile while tanks are tough but clumsy. So one day we thought, why not make a new weapon that takes the human form and simply scale it up?" It resulted in a revolutionary weapon that charmed humans across the galaxy for its evocative look and inspiring capabilities. Faster than infantry, more flexible than tanks and able to carry a variety of weapons, they nonetheless required much less supplies to keep them running. Their logistical footprint was a fraction of what a conventional army gobbled up. This alone ensured that mechs dethroned all other service branches.

"I will wrap my neural core around yours. I will be the shield, Panni. I will take the heat of the deletion. You just stay with me. Don't let go of my hand, no matter how loud the static gets." I leaned into him, the scent of cedar and salt my only anchor as the facility began to groan. The green light in my womb grew blindingly bright, merging with the amber light of Mira’s tank. "I'm not going anywhere," I said. "We’re going to the house with the sun, remember?" The sequence began. The Mother-Tank didn't explode; it began to dissolve. The organic walls turned to liquid, the data-streams bleeding out into the saltwater. I felt a sensation of immense, terrifying weightlessness. The world was

I raise the trident and ready to command the soldiers under my compulsion when the wall bursts and roars echo around as a large wolf and two Lycans run out as they fight the soldiers. I run past them and shriek again the closer I get to what looks like a lab. I stop at the door. I push it open and my breath is stolen from my lungs as I see hundreds of tanks, each with a siren inside. I move to the first one and place my hand on the glass, but he is already dead. I hang my head in shame as I look at the one behind me and I move to that one too, and the tears fall. A child has a muzzle around her mouth and is sedated. Floating at the bottom, she is alive, but very weak.

He shifted gears, the engine whining as he pushed the SUV even faster. But the victory was short-lived. The tank was a machine of war, built with redundancies upon redundancies by Morana’s magic. It stabilized itself. The turret locked back into position, its AI rebooting faster than we had hoped. "They're rebooting!" I warned, my heart hammering against my ribs.

"And what about the guards who’ll come running?" Leena cracked her knuckles. "We handle them." Sokolov sighed dramatically. “Always so predictable.” He pressed something on his console. The cryogenic chambers flashed red. Then—alarms began blaring. Sokolov smirked. “Let’s see how you do against my first prototypes.” The frozen soldiers inside the tanks suddenly convulsed. And then, one by one… They opened their eyes. The Attack of the Cyber Soldiers Ayesha barely had time to react before the first tank shattered.

These specific construct were five rhinos that pushed the tanks back enough for Eric catch his breath. “Ying Yang, you good?,” I asked. “Yeah. But we’re gonna need more than a few constructs to keep these creeps bac. Just long enough for the others to get the hybrids out. “Leave it to me,” Rick Primal said. Rick arched his back and summoned the spirit of a elephant, bear and cheetah. He then extended his talons lunging at each of the tanks before slashing them into scrap. As each tank fell from their rouge, Vanity against all stormed out and opened fire.

If we do make it through the full moon unscathed, we need to move the tanks, recover the humans’ weapons, and we have to figure out how to buy even more on the black market. The humans I thought were so useless may actually come in handy. Quite a few of them are retired military - I don’t know if they can operate the tanks, but they can shoot, and what we need isn’t brute strength, we need firepower. “Do you think we’ve changed the future?” Mara asks out of nowhere. She stops and turns to me. “My vision… I can’t remember most of it, but did I say anything about last night's battle?” I slowly shake my head. “It may not happen anymore. The vision, as you saw it, that my not happen.”

Cause of Death: Genetic Collapse. "They were trying to make angels," I murmured, reading the data stream. "Or monsters. The line is pretty thin." But Valerius wasn't looking at the monsters. He had walked further down the hall, to a section marked Canis Major. He stood frozen in front of a row of tanks that stretched into the darkness. "Valerius?" I called out. He didn't answer. I walked over to him. As I got closer, the contents of the tanks became clear.

– In a wave of dismissal They all ran several kilometers in flight in the distance, they traveled through the sky and the others through the underground passages and the passage underneath where there was a pipe they left, entering the abandoned service passage. There was a side entrance there, where there was a huge lead door with a cut in heat energy, they broke the lock and entered with viewfinders they saw several guards by the tanks and hot storage passages what they saw left their jaws dropping. Surrounding it were several tanks of transparent, glowing green liquid and inside them were several partially humanoid creatures with deformed limbs and extensive, uncontrolled mutations that a