Romans & histoires Sym Bionic Titan Corus

"Move!" Dax roared, shoving my father toward the stolen SUV. "The ceiling is coming down!" But the loading dock wasn't empty anymore. Standing between us and the exit was a nightmare of chrome and hydraulics. A Titan-Sentinel. It was twelve feet tall, a bipedal tank with a rotary cannon for an arm. In the original timeline, this thing had killed three of our best riders. It had taken us six chapters to figure out how to scratch its paint.

I rolled under the swing. The fist hit the wall next to the elevator, punching through the reinforced concrete like it was wet cardboard. I scrambled up, using my cane as a lever. "Computer!" I yelled. "Activate corridor defense! Turrets!" Ceiling panels slid open. Automated chainguns dropped down. BRRRRRRRRT. A wall of lead hammered the Titan. It ignored them. It walked through the hail of bullets, sparks showering off its armor. It reached up and ripped a turret out of the ceiling, crushing it in one hand.

He grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer until I could smell the copper of blood on his breath. “I didn't just... choose you for your face, Valencia,” he gasped. “The Titan system... it’s not just a vault. It’s a legacy. Akeem thinks he can steal it with a password. But the biometric lock... it’s coded to a specific cardiovascular frequency. A rhythm.” He pressed my hand against his own chest, then moved it to mine.

But Bima’s limp made it impossible for him to move quickly. Riska immediately activated her Master AI. "Master AI, scan the Titan Freak! Find a weakness!" Riska ordered, her voice tense. The Master AI blinked yellow, hovering in the air and projecting a complex data hologram. << DATA ANALYSIS: 'TITAN FREAK' – OMEGA-LEVEL MODIFIED BIOLOGICAL ENTITY. HIGH PHYSICAL RESISTANCE. >> << FULLY INTEGRATED WITH 'MASTER AI FITNESS FREAK (OLD)'. KEVIN’S POWER SOURCE. >>

Note: Reloading requires raw metal materials or System Points. Sixty points. If I bought it I would only have five points left in my balance. It would leave me broke with no emergency funds if I needed a sudden speed buff or a healing potion during the next fight. I hesitated, my hand hovering in front of the screen. I looked back at the heavy titanium gates remembering the terrifying way Justin had appeared right behind me at the truck door. He had not made a sound. A human sensor could not track someone like that.. A computer? An automated thermal system? It would not care about his smile or his speed. It would just see a target and shoot. "Do it " I said, my voice firm. "Buy the automated

May 27th, 2011: Friday Spring ~~~~~~~~~~ Tony grunted as he laid down on a wheel board to inspect under a 2001 Hyundai Sonata in the colour Pearl White. The paint on the under seam of all the panels wasn't in the best shape. Rust had started to cause some bubbles and chips, and would need to be taken care of before it spread to more noticeable areas. A few of the frame screws were corroded enough that he wanted them replaced. Only the best for such a beauty, because she was Dillon's.

“Oh gosh! They’re so handsome!” “The twins were fascinating!” “Thore is the most handsome!” “Raylie was the most gorgeous among all the Titans! Titans. That’s how our group called. Maybe because we belong to the wealthiest and most influential families in L City. Actually, our families were the biggest sponsors of Brixton University. I got bored and dismissed the students who were suddenly coming and taking our pictures with their smartphones. “Come. Let’s get out of here.” I said and went my way out of the building.

Something that didn't belong in a "Real World." A **Titan** stepped out of the shadows. It was thirty feet tall, its body made of rusted iron and pulsing violet tubes. It had the face of a man, but the eyes were giant searchlights. On its chest, a large silver logo was etched into the metal: **AETHEL-GROUP: ASSET RECOVERY**. "Subject 01 and Donor 04," the Titan’s voice boomed, sounding like a thousand speakers blowing out at once. "You have exceeded your 'Independence' quota. Please remain still while your 'Conflict Data' is harvested."

"The Titan Technique?" It was only then that he realized Black Bjorn was using the Titan Technique, where the user's body possessed a heightened resistance to blows and kicks, achieving a state of invulnerability to weapons and having the ability to break anything with their body as well. It was as if he had an external armor protecting him. "Die!" Black Bjorn roared, charging toward Fred. Fred hurriedly tried to dodge him and continued unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks on Black Bjorn. However, all of his efforts were futile because Black Bjorn was not affected at all. On the contrary, Fred's own limbs were beginning to turn numb and painful.

My gaze drops to the floor, drawn by a strange, metallic clink that sounds entirely distinct from the rusted steel of the ruins. Lying in the grey dust near the desk is a piece of old-world hardware—a thick, rectangular data-drive made of brushed titanium, untouched by the rust or the soot. It is heavily encrypted, its small digital display dark from the Pulse, but etched deep into the metal casing are two distinct marks that make the lavender light at my neck flare with a sudden, violent intensity. The first is my birth name, written in the precise, clinical block letters of the pre-Pulse corporations: CORALINA VANE.