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.

Something heavy. A massive robot stepped out. It was twelve feet tall. It was painted black. It had Gatling guns for arms. "Meet the Reaper Prime," Garrett said. "Automated defense system. Enjoy." He ran toward a side exit. "Kill them," Garrett ordered the robot. The robot’s eyes glowed red. The guns spun up. Whirrrrrr. "Cover!" Kael screamed. We dove behind the missile cart just as the room erupted in a hail of bullets.

I licked my lips at the sight. "Hi baby". I greeted her with a smirk once she was seated but she rolled her eyes without saying a word. Just then, the office phone rang. Answering the call, the voice of my assistant, Katie, streamed into my ears. "Sir, Mr. Walton is here". "Send him in". I said before dropping the phone. Seconds later, there was a knock on the door before it opened to reveal Mr. Walton. "Good morning Mr. Ross". Walton greeted as he stood across from me, stretching out his hand for a handshake which I took, nodding curtly.

Tony's eyes were not just filled with anger, but also a chilling, murderous look. The sweat on Greg's forehead kept dripping, and his shirt collar was soon wet. I mentioned the last crucial point. "Someone raised the trigger threshold of the warehouse floor. On a normal day, the system's alarm would go off the moment the warehouse door was opened or when someone moved goods at night. However, once the threshold has been raised, the warehouse floor will return to normal, and the anomaly will not be recorded within a short timeframe.

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.