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Futuristic City Of Ashbloods
Fires glowed softly around the perimeter, casting shadows across the tents. Children slept beneath emergency thermal blankets. Some still trembled in their sleep, haunted by Eden’s attack. The jungle was quiet—almost too quiet.Andrew stood near the shore, arms folded, his eyes on the stars. The sea wind carried the scent of moss and ash. Behind him, Taylor was overseeing the last of the portable comms being hooked into the Eden cells.“We’re good to lock down for the night,” Taylor said, stretching. “I’ll set up the triangulation alarm perimeter.”Andrew nodded. “We rest here. No shifting. No upgrades. Just… rest.”Taylor tilted his head. “Didn’t think you believed in that anymore.”Andrew gave a tired smile. “I’m starting to.”Then came the movement. From the village path, slow and steady, an old man stepped out of the darkness.The same one who had offered them shelter. The villagers had said nothing all day—but this man had not even uttered a word.Until now. He lifted a hand and
Another Volcanic Ridge
Just before the Eden breach…Zahara barely had a second to react before the conduit above her snapped loose. Without thinking, she dove over the exposed relay Taylor had been patching earlier.Metal slammed down across her back. The shock stole her breath. Sparks flew. Smoke poured from the ruptured panel.Her arm burned. The left side of her ribs screamed.But the relay—the thing keeping the ship’s med systems alive—was still intact.She gasped into the comm. “Still here… relay’s fine…”And then everything went black.**********Taylor was hunched over the console, sweat running down his neck.“Zahara’s not answering,” he said, eyes locked on the power grid readout. “She was working under the conduit near the stabilizer. If that went—”A weak groan crackled through comms.“…engine… ng…”Elsa looked up, tense. “She’s still alive. Barely.”Andrew didn’t wait. “Let’s go.”Moments later, they found her pinned under half a panel, her arm scorched, breathing shallow. Her shirt was torn from
We Have Been Fooled Twice
************Giant displays lined the curved wall, each screen reflecting the final moments of Andrew Everest’s broadcast—his voice crackling through a hundred data streams.Muerte leaned forward from the high-back command seat, fingers interlaced in front of his steel-plated jaw. On the screen, Andrew’s final words repeated one last time:“They built walls around the sky. We just remembered how to fly.”.Miriam turned first, “That’s not possible,” she muttered. “That face. That voice—he wasn’t supposed to survive.”Vincent’s voice was level but laced with edge. “Start the trace.”A swarm of servitor drones hissed as they came alive, tapping into residual satellite packets, pulse echo trails, and low-frequency Ashcore feedback. In less than twenty seconds, a match pinged—red, bold, and undeniable.Miriam’s visor read aloud: “Echo signature confirmed. Asset designation: ‘Desmond' Similar match with operative classed as rogue."Vincent stared. Muerte leaned back slowly, exhaling thro
Empress Ayra
Far beneath the Earth's crust, deeper than any radar could scan and older than any structure still standing, the sanctuary known as The Root pulsed with quiet, biomechanical rhythm. Black vines, warm with unnatural pulse, crawled the walls like veins. Fungal clusters of ashlight clung to hanging roots, as the glew moved like breath — flickering with every heartbeat inside the room.Ayra's new recruits stood in a line — thirteen in total, some barely out of childhood, others with skin hardened as they looked pale. Most of them had scars as it could tell how dangerous they were. A few… self-inflicted due to there survival in various times.Then Ayra entered — gliding, not walking, her body ghost-pale and faintly translucent, trailing threads of dark matter like burned silk in water.She floated above the obsidian floor, her long black hair coiling behind her like unraveling roots.“You’ve made it,” she said quietly, voice steady and cold. “Some of you walked here. Some crawled. A few
Revolution 2
**********AFRICAN OPSRain hit hard against the rooftops as Sentinex tanks rolled through open sewers toward the riverfront.Frederick raised his rifle, looked toward Chuka. “You good?”Chuka grinned, hands sparking. “Let’s fry a few fences.”They breached the gate of the ghetto compound just as Samira burst from the side tunnel, two wounded teenagers in tow. A rail-round clipped the wall near her head.“I need two minutes!” she yelled, setting the boy down.Sentinex stormtroopers closed in fast — armored, glowing with AI target locks.Frederick dropped two with precision shots.Chuka raised both palms. The pipe grid overhead lit with arcs — electricity surged through the water. Three enemies convulsed and fell.Samira dragged the last girl to cover.A fourth trooper raised his rifle — aimed at a fleeing child.Samira stepped into the shot.The blast struck her side — heat seared.She screamed, but stayed standing.“I’m fine!” she gasped. “Just keep going!”**********SOUTH AMERICA O
Revolution 1
In a inner room that was part of Havenborn was a circular and massive hall.The Twelve that were assembled stood within as none spoke at first. They all stared at Earth turned slowly beneath the translucent floor, its blue curve glinting beyond layers of shielded orbital plating.Zahara stood with her arms folded, the ends of her vine-wrapped wrists curling faintly at her sides like snakes too weary to strike. Nearby, Cassiel watched everyone without blinking, his telepathic field brushing softly against surface thoughts. Samira leaned quietly against a railing, her bandaged side glowing slightly through her medical tunic. Ren stood far off, blindfold still tied, one hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sheathed sword.Kaelen hovered off the floor, legs crossed, head tilted as if listening to something distant. Katya stared at the walls, fingers flexing like she was waiting for something to hit. Chuka chewed the inside of his cheek and rolled a current through his fingers — subtl
Securing All Locations
Debre Zeit, Ethiopia – Inside the a clinic in Ethiopia where an overhead lights flickered with every power surge from the failing generator.Samira Halefom leaned over a boy on a gurney. His chest had been torn open by shrapnel, but her palms glowed with low, golden fire — not burning, but mending. His breathing evened out. The bleeding stopped.Another kid. Another miracle. Another part of her she gave away.The wind outside howled. Nurses darted between rooms, shouting in Amharic.“Sentinex is coming! They’re ten blocks out!”Samira wiped her forehead with the back of her wrist. Her sleeves were rolled, arms blistered and trembling.“Move the burn victims below the stairs,” she said. “No one stays alone.”As the nurses scrambled, a dull thud echoed from the alley behind the building — followed by a hiss of steam.Then a deeper sound like metal on gravel like an hydraulic whir.She turned to the rear door as her breath caught up.A tri-wing craft — matte black had just uncloaked beh
Twelve Signals
Inside the core, the chamber was hushed — a cavern of shimmering glass and humming circuitry. The curved floor was translucent, revealing the curve of Earth spinning far beneath them.Twelve encrypted uplinks blinked faintly across the control board.On the screen: a digital map stitched in fractured overlays — West Africa, Eastern Europe, the Middle East, South Asia, scattered islands in the Pacific.He stood over the console, Taylor’s voice echoed through the comm, “Once you do this, there’s no pulling back. You really want to bring them all in?”Andrew didn’t answer right away. He placed a gloved finger over the biometric scanner.BEEP.Authorization cleared.Twelve names flickered to life in red, each with a blinking cursor.Then his voice, cold and steady, broke the silence.“Codename: Shadow Protocol.Initiate extraction sequence.Twelve signals.Wake up.”He hit SEND ALL.Twelve synchronized pulses launched — invisible, silent messengers riding through satellites and buried r
We Rule The Sky
The launch deck rumbled like a sleeping god beneath their feet. The Havenborn's internal lights dimmed to amber as the pipes hissed. Magnetic locks groaned from the upper hull, as the stabilizer rings began to spin faster and louder in each passing seconds. Andrew stood at the command platform as his eyes were locked on the external feeds. The Dockyard was built in a jungle and above them was lit with red strobes and high-beam flashlights.G.O.V. dropships swept overhead, followed by clanking exo-tankers smashing through the trees.“Sixty tanks. Drones. Full infantry wave. They're surrounding the ridge,” Reign said from his post.. ”“Power surge detected,” Taylor muttered from the console. “They’re charging heavy ordinance. EMP-class payloads inbound.”Andrew didn’t blink. “Raise the shielding. Rotate magnetic dampeners to vertical orientation.”Isaura stood beside the nav core, barefoot as always, one cybernetic hand hovering over the interface. “Firing up fusion banks. Quantum l
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