Blackout Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

Chapter 79 – Transfer The darkness wasn’t natural. Cities don’t go dark like that. Even during outages, there’s bleed—backup grids, emergency strips, distant traffic glow. There’s always something. This was surgical. The kind of blackout that has intent. My ears were still ringing when the first sound returned—a faint mechanical hum somewhere deep in the warehouse. Not above. Not outside. Below. The woman grabbed my collar and dragged me behind an overturned steel desk as emergency strips flickered back to life along the far wall.

Glancing back at the members of Blackrock, I pulled my shirt over my head and blocked the men’s view as much as I was able. “Transform Baby. I think we need to talk.” I uttered and watched mesmerised as the flames receded after a moment’s hesitation, as Cali’s bones elongated and reshaped back into her human form, I held out my shirt, trying really fucking hard not to let the sight of her naked in front of me distract me from the situation at hand.

Without supernatural strength, they could barely stand, let alone continue fighting. Blake's screams reached a crescendo as divine power burned through his hybrid system. His eyes started smoking, literally smoking, as the conflicting supernatural DNA in his body was forcibly purged. His enhanced muscles spasmed and seized as vampire and werewolf abilities were torn from him like poison being sucked from a wound. When the power finally finished flowing through him, he fell to his knees, then collapsed face-first onto the rocky ground. His eyes had gone completely black, and smoke still rose from his body as it processed the transformation back to baseline humanity.

I raised my hand, my fingers tracing the air as I isolated Gideon’s transmission frequency. "I am going to execute a Blackout Exploit," I stated. "I will inject a localized script into the pack's primary ley line, severing Gideon’s connection to the High Council’s hub. For exactly ninety seconds, the entire village will suffer a total communications blackout. The Vanguard will lose their remote directives. Their latency will spike." I finally turned my head, my amber eyes locking onto his. "Ninety seconds, Alpha. That is your execution window. Go wipe his script from my earth."

"My daughter has the technology, but I have the codes. I’ve lived in her shadow for five years, playing the 'grateful father' while she treated me like a servant." Suddenly, the ground began to vibrate. A low, rhythmic thumping echoed from the Vash Pack mansion. "What is that?" Lena shrieked, her composure breaking. Vanessa’s face went stone-cold. "That’s the heartbeat of my pack. Marcus! Code Blackout!". Vanessa’s POV In an instant, every light in the forest vanished. The advanced night-vision goggles Dickson’s men wore shrieked with feedback as I triggered a high-frequency EMP. Screams erupted in the dark.

“The grid’s gone. Not just local—this is bigger. Much bigger.” Emma’s pulse thundered in her ears. She hadn’t seen darkness like this in years. Cities always glowed, even in their worst ruins. But this was absolute, the kind of void where you could forget your own shape. She gripped the dead pulse device like it was a lifeline. “Blackout pulse,” Nolan muttered, scrambling for tools. “They must have triggered a synchronized disruption across every node in the system.” He clicked a flashlight on and immediately cursed—the beam flickered and died in less than a second. “EMP resonance. They’re frying circuits in waves.”

The room grew darker and his energy surged. Without warning, the doors behind us burst open, and soldiers from the G.H.C. They were heavily armed in their robots suits as they took positions beside the Prime Order. I realized then that this had been the plan all along—an effort between the Prime Order and the G.H.C soldiers to take down Blackthorn. The battle that followed was chaotic. Shadows clashed with energy blasts, fists met steel, and the sound of fights filled the room. Phantom was everywhere at once, dodging Damon’s attacks.The rest of the Prime Order were engaged in their own fights, holding back Damon’s shadow creatures.

Leo was standing near the treads of the Behemoth, using a heavy plasma torch to weld thick plates of scavenged Blackwatch APC armor onto a gutted civilian transport truck, turning it into a makeshift mobile bunker. "We're blind beyond a two-mile radius, Torque," Leo grunted, lifting his welding mask. Sweat poured down his face. "With Kara severing the global satellite mesh to protect the mainframe, our early warning systems are completely dark. If Sector Prime sends an orbital drop, we won't see it until it's burning through the atmosphere."

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.

A spark. I took a length of loose wire, stripped the end with my teeth, and touched it to the two main terminals. There was a blinding flash and a deafening bang. The world exploded in a shower of sparks. The boat shuddered violently, and every light on the dock and in the distant village flickered and died. I had blown a transformer. Maybe worse. I had plunged the entire harbor into blackout. Perfect darkness. Perfect chaos. I scrambled back up the stairs, pushing the hatch open just enough to see. The two men were on the pier, their own flashlights now the only sources of light, sweeping frantically across the suddenly black world.