Barricade Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

Someone was melting through the lock. “Not the Guard,” Damian whispered. “They don’t use plasma cutters. These are mercenaries.” “Or something worse,” I said, remembering the creature I’d seen at the Kordély Gorge. The barricade shuddered as something with monstrous strength slammed into it from the other side. Regnar braced himself, his boots sliding across the floor. “Now!” Damian shouted. The door exploded inward. The cabinet toppled, crashing onto the entryway, but through the gap smoke and shadows poured in.

Jarek said, using a black marker to draw thick lines across the three main bridges connecting the Bronx to Manhattan. "The moment the central grid crashed, they abandoned the lower streets entirely. They pulled all their remaining Enforcer squads back onto the bridge decks." "They have built barricades" Alpha Magnus added, leaning his heavy chest over the table. "Three layers of solid concrete blocks on each side. They have also mounted automated shadow-cannons on top of the toll booths. If we try to run across those open lanes, their machines will slice our warriors to pieces before we even reach the halfway mark." "We cannot fight them on the open concrete," Silas said, shaking his head. H

The three Titans didn't roar. Machines don't need to posture. They just accelerated. The ground shook as thirty tons of antique metal charged us. The one with the rotary saw—let's call him "Buzz"—took the lead, the blade spinning up with a shriek that set my teeth on edge. "Scatter!" Marcus yelled. He slammed his shield into the ground, activating the energy barrier just as Buzz collided with him. CLANG. The impact sent Marcus sliding back ten feet, his boots carving trenches in the dirt. The energy shield flickered dangerously.

The collar around his throat and the platinum chain beneath it felt like the only steady things left in the world. Damian stood beside him, rifle slung across his back, blood streaking his face from a fresh graze above his temple. His own body showed the lingering effects of the clone’s neural attack—faint blue veins pulsing under his skin, eyes still flickering with residual red from the entity’s partial possession. The temporary tyranny had ended in fire and betrayal, but the cost had been high. Prime’s final act had torn open something far worse than physical wounds. The ground beneath their feet began to tremble.

A hail of non-lethal energy pulses and rubber bullets sped toward Northstar. He didn’t flinch. He simply raised his left hand, palm out. “Puny insects,” he said, his voice echoing slightly. “You won’t let me live in peace, you won’t let me die in peace. Make up your minds.” An invisible, dome-shaped barrier shimmered into existence around him. The projectiles impacted it and disintegrated into harmless puffs of light and dust. Elliot, emerging from a side corridor with Amy, shouted at the top of his lungs. “HOLD YOUR FIRE! STAND DOWN! He’s with us!”

Viggo was on the other side. "No!" Viggo roared. He swung his hammer. BANG. The sound was deafening. The hammer bounced off the barrier. The shockwave threw Viggo backward. He skidded across the floor. The wall didn't even ripple. It hummed with a frequency that made my teeth ache—a Class 5 Barzil Barrier. Indestructible by kinetic force. Viggo scrambled up. He pounded on the wall with his fists. I saw him screaming. His face was twisted in panic. The veins in his neck bulged. But no sound came through.

was rising from the horizon a crimson barrier of Null-Code that was rapidly sealing off every exit to the Under-Net. "They’re trapping us in the High-Band!" I screamed, twisting the throttle. The Amber-Gold Engine within the Norton’s frame screamed in response, the feral code of the forest clashing with the high-society logic of the towers. "If we hit that wall, we’re deleted!" "Look at the towers, Mia! They’re not just buildings; they’re relays!" Dax pointed to the ivory spires of the Apex. "If you can jump the gap between the relays, you can ride the induction current. It’ll slingshot us past the barrier!"

She was glad that Celeste didn't take her defeat personal, though. Mace called them for a meeting yesterday to discuss how to get Eleonna a pass card. Turned out, the necklace that she got from Eleanor was not just a fashion necklace, its barcode pendant was a tool to let her enter the underground of the hotel. The barcode was registered as Eleanor's. She caressed the necklace as she changed into her uniform. She thought it was something important to Eleanor so she kept it, turned out it was one of the things that'll help her with her goal.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

They were burning the canvas to kill the painting. ​Leo Vane stood in the center of the Iron District, his boots anchored in the emerald vines his mother had summoned. Beside him, Sierra knelt over the fallen Architect-Prime, the grey, hollowed-out version of herself. The Prime’s eyes were open, but they were no longer reflective mirrors; they were windows into a "Server-Room" that was currently on fire.