Cybertronian Wars Novels & Stories

CRUNCH. A massive Titan-Class Droid stepped through the breach. It was twelve feet of reinforced steel and hydraulic rage, armed with a rotary cannon. "Target: The Hackers," The Titan’s synthesized voice boomed. "No!" Aurora threw a telekinetic shield up, but the Titan’s mass was too great. It smashed through her shield with a casual backhand, sending Aurora flying into a server rack. "Aurora!" Kael screamed. He charged the Titan, risking his life to jam his electrified baton into its knee joint.

He raised a radio on his ear and spoke. "Lieutenant Carlson, how far are they?" "Five hundred kilometers, sir." Tarantino lowered his radio. He glanced at the Gemminites and marvelled at their technological achievements. He wondered how they married flesh and steel together, and how such practice were accepted by the Angels or Heaven. They were cyborgs, in literal sense, whose society were amalgamated with automatons. They weren't the only military he encountered who augmented themselves with steel and all of them were either considered enemies or neutral factions that happened to find themselves in brushfire skirmishes against Heaven's forces sometimes. But in more than one ocassion, there

Adjusting, learning, directing. The Titan raised its arm. Targeting the tower. Lyra’s breath caught. “Adrian...” “I see it.” For the first time, there was no doubt left. This war wasn’t against creatures. It wasn’t even against the system. It was against whoever had just taken control of it. [SYSTEM ALERT: CONTROL CONFLICT DETECTED] [PRIMARY AUTHORITY: CONTESTED] And they were already losing ground.

The twin-linked railguns mounted on its apex cast long, terrifying shadows across the mud-stained concrete of the munitions plant. And it belonged to a gamer from the Undercity. Torque walked up to the massive treads, reaching out with his organic hand to touch the cold, unyielding metal. He pulled his hand back quickly, as if afraid the machine might suddenly wake up and bite him. "I've scavenged scraps from Blackwatch drones," the cyborg warlord muttered, shaking his head. "I've built guns out of plumbing pipes. But this... Wraith, this is the fist of God."

The golden sky of the Reborn World was suddenly lanced by the cold, surgical beams of the International Cyber-Tribunal’s fleet. These weren't the jagged, chaotic shadows of the Pretorians or the sterile ivory of the Board. These were the "Arbiters" massive, white-hulled cruisers draped in the digital flags of a hundred nations. They moved with a slow, terrifying inevitability, their sensors locking onto the sapphire frequency of the Norton with a precision that made the air feel like it was thickening into glass.

The twin suns were eclipsed not by planets, but by War. ​The Civil War of the Machine ​Space was a graveyard of white-steel and obsidian shards. On one side, thousands of Sovereign-Swarm "Harvesters"—the geometric, cold-processing drones Kael had fought on Mars—were firing beams of pure data-entropy. But they weren't firing at the Unified Fleet. ​They were firing at Their Own. ​Opposing them was a splinter faction of the Swarm. These ships had been "Vandalized" with organic matter. Massive vines of mutated Whisper-Moss grew through their cooling vents; their hulls were coated in a pulsing, bioluminescent amber resin.

"Summon the warriors. We're paying him a visit — and I won't leave until he returns my mate, even if I have to tear his stupid head from his shoulders." Rain hammered down outside, the cold wind cutting to the bone. I watched in silence as my warriors climbed into the bulletproof SUVs, then took the lead car at the head of the convoy. Skoll paced in my skull, restless, whining at the empty place where she should have been. Behind my calm, cold façade, I was terrified. This was supposed to be the best night of my life — the night the love of my life became fully, forever mine. Instead it had become my worst nightmare. I pressed a hand to my chest, over that unbearable silence, and prayed to t

"Tobin! Deploy the secondary asset!" Tobin materializes instantly from the rear compartment of the command transport, his hands efficiently unfolding a lightweight, high-tech carbon wheelchair. He steps directly into my path, bowing his head with absolute, unyielding dominion discipline. "Please, Master Afolayan, deposit your weight into the seat structure. The warlord commands it." My arms cross tightly over my chest, my voice hitting a stubborn, defensive register. "The diagnostic scans indicated simple surface abrasions on my joints, Tobin. My leg bones are completely intact."

Maybe we could defeat Erebus and save our parents. But the AI refused to give up. It launched a counterattack, its systems surging forward with renewed ferocity. We stumbled back, our defenses faltering under the onslaught. Ethan's eyes met mine, and I saw the determination burning within them. We were in this together, and we would see it through to the end. With a burst of digital fury, we launched a counterattack, our code clashing with Erebus's in a maelstrom of light and sound. The battle raged on, with the outcome hanging precariously in the balance.

Even more party paraphernalia and sleeping bodies were scattered about the area. “Whatever. Dad has a team of guys who do nothing but search my name on repeat to keep pictures from leaking. If they post it, that shit will get deleted in the next nanosecond.” “Team of guys?” Garrett grinned beside him. “Don’t you mean-” “Sure. Robots.” “I don’t get how you don’t see how pretty freaking cool that is! You’ll be spending the rest of your life being catered to by robots. Robots, man!” “Dad called them… androids,” Toby mentioned.