Beast Machines Vehicons Novels & Stories

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

yet. Outside the Walls stood a column of armored artillery, each bearing the colors of their respective ADFs. The Solar ADF M1 Abrams and Cromwell tanks being black and blue while the futuristic armored beam tanks of the Gemminite being bright blue and gold. In the opened cupola of the Gemminite vehicles stood bright blue droids with golden skull face plates. Red lights emanated from its empty eye sockets. Green lensed monofocals were attached on their left eyes, displaying yellow corsairs at the advancing Dusk Riders.

Phobos cries out my name in warning he is against this and he shall fight the one who is anticipating my call. "Pojď. Pojď ke mně, mé zvíře." I scream out and Phobos crumples to his knees upon the soil grunting in agony clutching onto his head for the inner war has begun between man and beast to my call. I swallow nervously keeping my calm despite the worry I feel seeing my male undergo physical suffering because of me. (Come. Come to me, my beast) I witness my male battle the beast with everything he has within him, a struggle between glowing gold and striking ocean blues take part within his globes. Phobos holds equal power and strength, he will not permit the beast to surge forward. He re

A minute later, Helena tossed the modified beacon back to Tristan. Tristan keyed the activation switch. The cylinder began to pulse with a slow, steady red light. He didn't record a grand speech. He didn't make a threat. He simply spoke two sentences into the audio receiver. "The math is broken, Aunt Vespera. The ghosts are in the machine." He tossed the active beacon into the cab of the disabled Imperial transport, right onto the driver's seat. "Vane, hook these cargo cars to the *Mammoth*," Tristan ordered, turning away from the convoy. "We leave the engine here for her scouts to find."

​ANG MGA CYBER-HOUNDS NI VANE ​Sa itaas nila, narinig ang nakakangilong huni ng mga makina. Mula sa isang stealth dropship, nag-deploy si Dr. Aris Vane ng kanyang mga bagong alagang hayop: ang Cyber-Hounds. Ang mga ito ay mga lobong binuo mula sa synthetic muscle at Precursor steel, na may kakayahang amuyin ang Hohenberg DNA mula sa layong limang kilometro.

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.