Animated Sentinel Prime Novels & Stories

The red light on my tactical console died, replaced by a steady, quiet blue. Silence returned to the basement—stagnant, metallic, and heavy with the smell of burnt circuits. Kael’s voice was a final, peaceful rattle in my skull. “Done… for… now…” I fell to my knees, my breath coming in shallow, jagged sips. My left arm was smoking, the waxy quartz skin now etched with a jagged, crimson-black sigil—the mark of the Second Prime. Leo threw his shivering body against my chest, his stuffy nose wet against my skin.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

They weren't gods of flesh and blood; they were non-sentient, super-intelligent AIs—the ultimate executors of absolute efficiency. "ALERT," the central Prime, a being composed of millions of interlinking silver prisms, pulsed with chaotic red light. "Anomaly 0-9-9-H (Earth) has breached quarantine. Security Fleet integrity: 12%. Rogue Weaver integration with Sovereign Alpha: 99.8%. Probability of total dimension formatting failure: 78%." The second Prime, a sphere of swirling azure calculations, offered the only logical solution. "INITIATING TOTAL REALITY REBOOT. AUTHORIZATION: PRIME. ERASURE OF SECTOR 0-9-9-H INEVITABLE."

Rhea saw one labeled Moon-Pool: Biological Heritage and felt a surge of protective rage that she immediately suppressed. ​"Calculated movement," she reminded herself, her daggers held in a neutral grip. ​They were met in the central atrium by a squad of "Sentinel-Primes." These weren't the spindly janitors from the perimeter. These were heavy, quadrupedal machines armored in the same black glass as the tower, their movements fluid and predatory.

"Her mother is beautiful as always in her glass chamber. Yes Sir. Thank you for the confirmation, I'll send her over now." He hung up the phone, scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to me. "Go straight ahead to the marked vehicle parked on the side of the road. Give the officer this and he'll take you to the Mayor." "Thank you," I said, taking it from him. "Alpha One, Hawkeye Bravo reporting for pickup." I spun towards the voice, terror gripping me. It was the man with the tattooed sun. If I'd had the energy, or the slightest hope of finishing him off, I would have leapt for his throat.

If I leave you behind, it will be up to the rest of us to get to the source. ​I peeked around the jagged edge of the transport. The Sentinel was less than half a mile away now. It was a beautiful, horrific thing. Its body was composed of a material that looked like ivory but moved like liquid, shifting and flowing to compensate for the uneven terrain of the Bone Yard. The central core, a sphere of violet fire encased in a ribcage of silver wire, pulsed with the rhythm of a dying star. ​Silas! I roared into my comms, the static almost deafening. Where are those Vanguard reinforcements? We’re about to be turned into a stain on the salt!

"I'm so sorry, Senator. I didn't know you were coming tonight. We thought you canceled the appointment. Again, I apologized for this mess." "Where is she?" he asked. He could feel the manager was about to pee on his pants. His face paled. "I already called her, sir. She'll be here in a minute now. Again, I'm really sorry." Zendy kept on apologizing. He was so nervous when he received a call telling that the senator was coming. He already sent Brianna home at that time. "I will wait for her here." Phoenix roamed his sight in the VIP room, and he appreciated that it was arranged according to his instructions.

So expect anything. Till the next Adios.

Nero kills the engine, and for a moment, no one says anything. I turn my attention back to Sophia, carefully adjusting her in my arms so I can carry her inside without waking her. She stirs a little but stays asleep; her face peaceful, completely unaware of what just happened. “We’ll need to send Gammas to Darius’ territory tomorrow,” Nero says, his voice calm but firm, breaking the silence. “It belongs to us now.” Osiris only nods, his lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes still unfocused. Nero sighs, turning toward him. “Osiris, I mean it. You need to check in with the rest of the pack once you’ve come down from this. You’re no good to anyone when you’re too deep in your head.”