Cybertron Primus Transformers Novels & Stories

"Look closely, bro! It's Transformers! It's Optimus Prime! "What's with the lack of reaction? Are you even a man?" "But my girlfriend is still waiting …" "They can't compare to Optimus Prime!"

“Mommy, there are never enough robots! The Autobots need more troops!” I let out a long breath. “Your room is already full of robots. You don't even play with all of them.” Max shook his head hard, his messy hair moving with his movements. “That's because I need a bigger Optimus Prime! And Megatron! They have to fight!” I gave him a flat look. “I thought you already had Optimus and Megatron.” “But this is the NEW VERSION, Mommy!” he protested, emphasizing the word ‘new’ dramatically. “The cooler one! The one that talks and moves on its own!”

There was the Tesla Chairman and Master Trinity who returned to sit followed by Athes and Frankenstein who stood behind the Tesla Chair and the Trinity Master who could be heard saying "Show me" Said Master Trinity, pointing one of his hands in front of the grass then suddenly appeared a picture like on television. You can see Liem who is talking with a giant monster beast. The sound of the Zeon fighters was shocked because they were surprised to see Liem from the picture on the grass with the big picture visible then they all sounded saying ; "Isn't that Liem ?" Said the Zeon fighter at the same time because he was surprised to see Liem then the chairman Tesla gave a signal to be quiet and

Primus did not reply instantly and sighed deeply. "May I speak with my friend for a moment?" Primus requested. She nodded in agreement, perplexed by the man's behavior. Primus then pulled Wregan away from the lounge, towards the mini bar counter of her boss's office. "What the hell, dolt?" Primus spoke in hushed tones but with great emphasis. "What are you trying to do? You know you can't take Carnation here. She’s a property of Lust! Have you lost your mind? ”

crest, inverted. Evryn clutched her temple. “She’s in everything.” “Because you unlocked her,” Voss said. “When you merged with Elaia, you connected her dormant code with your living neural grid. Now she’s waking up… inside you.” Kieran stared at her, torn. “Evryn… if she takes full control…” “She won’t,” she said, jaw clenched. “How can you be sure?” She didn’t answer. Instead, she walked toward the tunnel's deepest chamber, where a vault door glowed with ancient code. The forgotten Server Prime. It hadn’t been accessed since the initial collapse. But now, it pulsed… welcoming her.

“The purification plan. The one I designed to cleanse the old city. You embedded a backdoor. You turned my weapon against me.” Damian lifted his head, eyes burning with defiance. “I built it inside your mind. You thought it was your idea. That’s the difference between us. I create. You copy.” Prime’s smile was thin and dangerous. “Then let’s see how creative you really are.” He nodded to the guards. They wheeled in a device—a sleek chrome chair with restraints, monitors, and a neural interface helmet. It looked like the same technology they had used for the temporal rituals, but twisted, corrupted with the clone’s enhancements.

He was sitting in a high-backed chair, a cruel smile on his face, a holographic projection of the collapsing Abyssal Vault behind him. "Greetings, children of man," Caspian-Prime’s voice boomed through the global network. "You think you’ve seen a miracle. You’ve only seen a weapon. My misguided clone and his corrupted Phoenix wife have just absorbed eleven of the twelve world updates. They are a virus in waiting. But I... I am your salvation." He held up a glowing, violet crystal—the Command Sequence. "I have the final key. I can purge them. I can reset the world to a state of order. All I require is your trust... and your complete access to the global network."

a voice said from the shadows behind the Captain's chair. A figure stepped out. It was a woman, encased in armor that pulsed with the same "Galactic-Source" light as the ship. She looked exactly like Elara, but her hair was silver, and her eyes were a cold, calculated Violet. "Meet the Alpha-Prime 2.0," the woman said, raising a hand that crackled with deletion-energy. "The 'Recalled' Elara was just the template. I am the Final-Product." The woman snapped her fingers, and the floor vanished, dropping the pack into a Sub-Routine Abyss where the laws of hockey, wolves, and physics no longer applied.

He goes silent for ten whole seconds before replying in a different tone, “The Optimus Prime is bigger too right, Mummy? Optimus Prime is one hundred thousand times bigger than Superman, right Mummy? Right?" I heave in relief when he's no longer upset by the excitement of his voice, "Yeah. Optimus Prime can even transform into robot and truck but Superman cannot." Being a mom of two boys, my life is filled with robots and superheros. I can't help but wonder if I'm having boys too or girls for a change when I was pregnant with his children. Crisis is resolved; Cruz agreed to wear the Optimus Prime pyjamas. I glance at my watch to check the time, it's 7. No wonder they are having pyjamas battl

Resting his head on the top of my own, we waited until Tenny seemed to find what he was looking for. "Ah, yes." He pointed to a page that was decorated in gold and silver - actual flakes of the elements if I wasn't mistaken. "This figure is the Prime." The figure was neither male or female by external markers. Haloed in colors from concentric circles of palest to darkest, the Prime stood on what looked to be a bed of snakes. Each snake was eating the tail of the snake closest to it. Each snake was a slightly different color as well. Dozens of lines ran from Prime to the snakes. From Prime's hands, body, face, feet. Everywhere. Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll.