Autobot Prime Novels & Stories

Then whispered, "When this ends, I want a cabin. Trees. A garden. No codes, no firewalls." He smiled. "I'll build it. With my hands." --- In the command room, Leon activated the pre-flight sequence. Destination: Echo Prime Core. Time to impact: 14 hours. One way or another, tomorrow would change the world.

A thick, grey mist rolled in from the Iron-Grave, carrying with it the sound of rhythmic, metallic clicking. The Shadow-Prime had sent his "Frost-Sentinels." These weren't the nanite-infected shifters from the day before; these were Automatons of Ice and Iron. They were tall, spindly things made of rusted gears and frozen brine, their eyes glowing with a cold, blue light. They didn't breathe, and they didn't feel the winter. "THEY'RE AT THE LOWER GATES!" Magnus roared, his voice sounding thin in the freezing air. He was leading a group of shifters armed with simple steel axes and torches, but the torches were flickering and dying in the heavy mist.