Cybertron Primus Transformers の小説・ストーリー

Celestine answered in a matter-of-fact tone. “But that’s impossible. I know Alpha Primo’s capability. No one, can kill him. He’s untameble whenever his wolf is triggered.” I uttered. I still remember that night when he’s planning to mark me, I can’t recognize him anymore. He’s not the Primo that I fell in love with. “Well, Alpha Priam doesn’t have to scarlet eyes for nothing, Chandria.” That made me look at her. “Those eyes carry an ability that none of us could ever imagine.”

The retinal scanner blinked green, and the doors slid open with a hiss. Grace stepped inside and shivered. “Feels like walking into a graveyard.” “No,” Adrian said. “This is where monsters are born.” Inside, the Tower was a network of pristine white halls and black-glass chambers. An AI system greeted them. “Welcome, Adrian Ashford. Clearance level: Omega Prime.” The voice was cold. Masculine. Synthetic. It sounded eerily like Alaric. Adrian’s jaw clenched. “Deactivate vocal resemblance.” “Voice adjusted,” the AI responded.

As he began disassembling it and reached the motherboard, Luna, supposed to be off, suddenly grabbed his wrist. Trevor, wide-eyed, watched as the Shiny Egg's limbs stretched, transforming from a 1.2m dwarf to a normal adult height. Luna, with a twist of its mechanical arm, made the worker scream in pain. Trevor, utterly stunned, didn't even notice the water splashed on him. 'What on earth is that? A transformer?' In defense mode, Luna released the worker's hand, turned to Trevor, and moved toward him. Snatching the bottle from Trevor's hand, it crushed it with its mechanical fingers. Just as Luna was about to strike Trevor, he snapped out of it and fled.

His face collapses from the change in pressure as it goes purple and he falls to the floor as a twitching mass. The other two knights look back at the shaking corpse and then back at me. Unfortunately for them, the news that Primus is alive, sane, and has heirs cannot leave this room. Grinning widely, my eyes glow as I watch the realization spark in the eyes of the two remaining knights. They see their deaths approach with a twist of my wrists. They cannot be allowed to access the Far West Gate. Taking hold of the coral band around my wrist I send a flash of thought. It’s time for Tritus to do his job.

ADA LUBE After rotating the iron tap valves to clear the ice grime from my pelt, my fingers retrieve Hayden’s ranking day token from the velvet storage case to run a detailed inspection. The asset is a high-tier, voice-integrated synthetic robot predator, engineered to look like an ice tiger because my tracking logs show Hayden maintains a supreme affinity for big cats. That specific variable drove my choice on the digital market.

I’m starving. I walk into the house and see Jemisha celebrating something with Dad and Regina. I pass through the room, and Jemisha calls out. “Sister! I’m so excited! Did I forget to tell you that I am part of that new reality TV show? The one about claiming a worthy Luna? Just like our past life. She joined, and then she had that snake put on the mountain to destroy me. “What a coincidence. So am I,” I said calmly, waiting for Regina to react. Without missing a beat, she started screaming like a banshee.

said Eirian with a yawn. “Already?!” Dorin asked, surprised. “Well, at least you finally got your phasma core.” “A phasma core?” Dorin asked again. “A thunder god’s phasma core,” Pan Phineas explained. “Since our element has such destructive power, it has been a Heilig tradition to keep our phasma in a cradle or core where it can sleep until we need its power.”

Her blue eyes were locked entirely onto the primitive transformer station. ​Beside the shattered casing of the transformer, a heavy, pre-war industrial terminal had suddenly rebooted due to the massive electrical surge, its low-resolution monochrome green screen flickering to life in the darkness. ​It wasn't broadcasting standard diagnostic data. ​A single, localized data transmission loop was repeating across the monitor, originating from the absolute center of the deep-earth industrial core ahead of them—and the administrative encryption sequence flashing at the bottom of the screen carried a private, high-security code string that only her father's inner circle had possessed before the re

"Ghost, he's a genius! The massive tungsten-carbide injection capsules at the base of the drills! They're designed to withstand absolute thermal and kinetic crushing pressure!" I pulled up the schematics for the Prime Forges. "They're cylindrical. Fifty feet long, heavily armored, with no windows. They run on a closed-loop internal life-support system. It's basically a giant, pressurized iron coffin." "Can you put an engine on it?" Dax asked.

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.