Unscramble Shield Novels & Stories

In a joint effort with China, two massive energy shields were deployed over Shenzhen and Rome, sparing them from the nuclear fire that consumed so much of the rest of the world. The OMEGA Horizon Shield, known by the locals as the 'scudo orizzonte', saved their lives. This massive energy shield and it's sister shield in Shenzhen were precursors to the Ancille shields that dominated the Iron War today. The Italian capital suddenly found itself part of a booming robot craze, fueled by the emergence of the Transatlantic Military Corporation.

> the infant AI replied, its logic absolute and unhelpful. "Then we write them," I gritted my teeth, feeling the frost bite into my skin again. "If the shield projects the Origin-Code outward to hide us, I need you to invert a localized fraction of it. Create a high-density singularity of Origin-Code inside the lobby. A pressure trap." < WARNING: INVERTING SHIELD POLARITY MAY CAUSE CATASTROPHIC FEEDBACK LOOP IN LOCAL GRID. > "Do it anyway!" I screamed.

A heat signature, faint but steady, moving through the ruins of a collapsed dome. And then, a single word appeared in the center of thescreen, written in the cold, precise font of the Shield: PROTECT. I stood up, the grief in my chest turning into a cold, burning resolve. He was down there. Somewhere in thedark. And if he had spent his life being my shield, I wouldspend the rest of mine being his light.

Caitlin wracked her brain, trying to understand. “The shield, the most powerful weapon on earth, is an antidote. An antidote to the disease of vampirism. When you drink this, if you choose to, you will unleash the antidote. You will cure the disease. From the moment it touches your lips, vampires will be no more. Including you.” Caitlin tried to process it all, flabbergasted.

"Shield." She lifted her trembling hands. Shadows coiled, and the air thrummed with silver light. The shield flared up, and a soft glow went around the circle. She held it for a minute before her knees buckled. "Hold." Her teeth clenched. Sweat poured down her temple. "Hold, Aisla!" The shield wavered and flickered like a flame in storm winds. She screamed, and the shield burst outward. The stones rattled, and she collapsed onto her knees.

It was a "Defense-by-Certainty." "The Shield is 'Humming' at a 'Perfect-Truth'," Kiri observed, watching as a stray "Draft-Mist" hit the field and instantly turned into a shower of "Standardized-Bolts." "We’ve made the 'Air' around us so 'Correct' that 'Lies' simply fall out of existence. It’s the ultimate 'Sanitizer,' Elen. But it feels... 'Quiet.' Too quiet. We’re losing the 'Echoes' of our own past."

One of the Aubes shouted. "Really, take a good look at the shield again," I said. The leader looked at the shield and it was already cracked in half. "The shield of Oregon cracked in half, impossible!" One of the Aubes said. "Be calm, we have everything up our sleeves, the shield of Oregon may be destroyed but it would serve it purpose of shielding us from this attacks," their leader tried to make them less anxious. "How is someone even able to crack the shield of Oregon?" One of the Aubes asked.

The sheer force of the pressure made the air scream. At this critical moment! "Bzzzzzt—" The fur vest from Lia on my body burst with an unprecedented brilliant silver light. A solid, semi-transparent shield instantly enveloped me. "BOOM!!!" The wolf slammed into the shield with a deafening roar. The shield violently twisted, silver light flashing wildly, and it somehow held against the terrifying blow. But its surface was instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks. The immense force was transmitted through the shield, causing the ground beneath my feet to crack and shatter.

I felt my bones groaning, my muscles screaming as I acted as the lightning rod for a fleet’s worth of destruction. But I didn't break. When the smoke cleared, the Shield was still there. But it wasn't just a wall anymore. It had shaped itself into a dome, glowing with a soft, pulsing violet that reflected the neon lights of the slums behind us. I looked back at the people. The Scrappers weren't bowing anymore. They were standing. They were picking up pieces of rubble, arming themselves with rusted pipes and hacked pulse-rifles. They saw the Shield, and for the first time in the history of Aethelgard, they weren't afraid of the sky.

I asked and they nodded. "It would get to a time the sword would blow its sheath apart. We'll also need the shield to be put in with it because the Shield leads the way to the sword and if we don't want it found by the wrong people, we should bind them together." He said and I felt sad letting the two weapons go.