Animated Sentinel Prime Novels & Stories

the other me said, her voice a chillingly perfect copy, stripped of all the fear and static that roughened mine. Before I could form a thought, let alone a word, Jeff was moving. He placed his body between the rifle and me, his hands raised in a placating gesture, but his stance was that of a cornered animal. “Stand down,” he commanded, his voice dropping into a register I’d never heard—a tone of absolute, unassailable authority. “That’s a direct order, Prime.” Prime. The word hung in the air, heavier than the weapon aimed at us. The woman—*Prime*—didn’t lower the rifle. “The asset is compromised, Sir. The risk is unacceptable. Protocol demands—”

The air pressure made their ears pop. -1000m... -1500m... The screen changed. The faces became more human. More recognizable. SUBJECT: 104-PRIME. STATUS: DEPLOYED. ALIAS: "COMMANDER ROTH". CURRENT STATUS: ACTIVE. Jack looked up. "Roth? The head of the Fenris security detail? He's a test tube baby?" "They all are," Valerius said, his voice flat. He was trembling, hugging himself as if he were freezing, though the elevator was warm. "Everyone in the inner circle. The Generals. The Scientists. The Assassins. None of them were born. They were grown."

"Quinn, I don't feel good. I can't breathe. Quick—" The sound of her collapsing on the floor followed, and Yale chose to go to her. I left that house. Waiting for me in the darkness of the night was a black sedan. Mom had sent it to get me. I stepped into the car. "We're about to begin our plan, Ms. Sasha. We've prepared your passport, a set of your clothes, and a sample of your DNA. The operation will be carried out on Route 108," the driver reported. Considering that you are pregnant, a long car ride will make you feel tired. So we specially customized a seat suitable for pregnant women to lie flat. You just need to press the button beside your hand to adjust the seat mode.

She looked small, a scrap of a girl in a stained medic’s jacket, standing amidst the ruins of the most advanced security system in Eldergloom. "The girl speaks of souls while her hands are covered in the grease of a sewer," the Sentinel replied, his voice a mechanical drone that lacked any human cadence. He stood seven feet tall, his armor a polished, seamless silver that reflected the swirling sapphire twilight above. He stepped over the smoldering remains of his comrade, his heavy boots making a hollow, terrifying sound on the polished stone. "You have opened a door that only leads to your grave. Did you think a hammer could stop the Queen’s design?"

—the memory of the First World’s destruction—was being targeted by a massive Eraser-Behemoth. "You hated me," the Prime’s voice echoed in her head. "And you were right to. I gave you order when you needed chaos. I gave you a cage when you needed a world. But I also gave you... Resistance. Without me, you would never have become the Feral Six." The Prime-Packet ignited. It wasn't a puck; it was a Sphere of Pure Truth. Elara struck it. She didn't shoot for a goal. She shot the packet directly into the heart of the Architect-Prime.

When Catherine swiped her card, the light for the eighth floor came on, indicating that she was the first to select that floor, and would apparently be the only one going there. As she stepped out of the elevator, Catherine found herself in a beautiful reception area with light brown sofas and fashion and car magazines on a glass coffee table. A large wooden counter with four chairs stood ahead, but only two were occupied. One of the secretaries was clearly younger than Catherine, with straight dark hair, impeccable makeup, and a brown suit adorned with the Titan Lawyers team symbol, making her look incredibly elegant. The other secretary appeared to be in her sixties, with brown hair that w

Aycxe, Noella, and I will be together while Sophia and Shiela have a separate mission. "I'm used to you not being talky when we go to transactions like this, but it's too much today," Aycxe commented while looking at the scope of the sniper gun she was holding. I rolled my eyes and sighed deeply. "Something bad just happened to greet my day," I answered and looked at the tablet I was holding to make sure the bombs I attached yesterday were working properly. We are here on the rooftop of an old building not far from the actual target area. Noella will take care of the information. Aycxe will be the sniper. And I will be the cleaner.

“The closer we get to the vault, the heavier the protection. Rumor has it, they’ve brought in modified sentinels—humans fused with cybernetic tech. They're strong, fast, and loyal only to Lazarus.” Soo-ah’s jaw tightened. “Then we move smart. No reckless charges.” Sang-woo glanced sideways. “You mean like last time?” There was a moment of silence. Then Naelle gave a faint smile. “At least this time, no one jumps in front of bullets.” “Yet,” Sang-woo muttered under his breath. Five Hours Later – Istanbul's Underground

The Crown pulses, conflicted. The Reverent watches, unreadable. You anchor two powers you should not survive, the Prime continues, gaze piercing. Why? I think of the pack. Of Midnight. Of the children dreaming of shadows and chains. “Because silence was killing us,” I answer. The Prime studies me for a long moment, then turns its gaze outward, toward the sealed border. The old predators will come now. Not scouts. Not parasites. My stomach twists. “How many?” Enough. Ethan steps up beside me, shoulders squared. “Then we’ll fight.”

But now I have too much to live for. I watch as Kane halts us, putting his finger to his lips, “Shhh, we don’t know if anything is out there,” he whispers. Veronica and I nod as the three men move the boulder. I watch as she shakes a little, reaching for my hand. I know that she is still afraid that Alpha Perez’s scouts may find her. I hold her hand tightly, letting her know it’s okay. She smiles faintly as Finn walks back inside, “It’s clear, let’s go,” he tells us. Veronica smiles, her hand letting go of mine and reaching for Finn’s they walk out together as I walk behind them.