Deadlock Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

The power grid dropped ten minutes after we locked the deadbolts. I walked out of the bedroom. Elliot followed close behind. The penthouse foyer was still dark. The backup lights from the kitchen island provided enough illumination to see the main control console. The security panel was dead. The secondary terminal under the granite counter was running on its own internal lithium battery. I leaned over the counter and tapped the glass screen. "Vance," I called out, hitting the speed dial on my phone. The line stayed dead for three seconds before his gravelly voice came through. "Wolfe. We have a problem. The main transformer on the corner exploded five minutes ago."

The silver Prime didn't just break; its data was physically consumed, its power absorbed by Caleb, making the Sovereign runes on his fur burn with blinding, multiversal fire. The azure and black Primes, seeing the total annihilation of their counterpart, calculated a final, desperate move. "INITIATING SELF-DESTRUCT PROTOCOL. TOTAL DELETION OF THE NEXUS IN 10... 9..." Caleb turned his massive head, molten gold eyes narrowing. He was ready to try and punch the explosion itself. "Don't worry, King of the North," Scarlett said, a wild, brilliant smile breaking through her focused composure. "I'm just going to hit 'Undo'."

"The Prime doesn't ask for help. It issues commands. It deletes errors. It doesn't send out distress beacons." "Look at the signal strength, Zane," Rhys countered, his face bathed in the sickly green light of the scrolling text. "It’s not a broadcast; it’s a Final-Cycle Burst. It’s being powered by the literal de-materialization of the Prime’s own server-core. Whatever is happening to the Architect, it’s being eaten from the inside out." The Journey to the Dead-Core

She stepped on my wound. "Initially, I felt a little guilty toward you, but what you did to Henry wiped it all away. Henry is like a five-year-old. Who knows if you're going to bully him again from now on! I'm going to give him everything you own! So, even if you revoke your declaration of death, you will forever be under his thumb!" Then, she took out a property transfer agreement. "I'm going to make you watch as all the wealth you and the Xander family built all these years becomes Henry's!"

The towering chain-link topped with razor wire looms out of the mist like a prison wall, glowing with the sterile, white floodlights of the security cameras sweeping the yard. Through the encryption earpiece, Kade's voice crackles, laced with static. “Grid is prepped. On your mark, boys.” I look over at Liam, who is crouching beside me in the mud, his eyes locked on the guard tower twenty yards away. He gives me a slow, grim nod. "Do it," I whisper into the comms. A fraction of a second later, the entire block plunges into absolute, pitch-black darkness as the transformer blows with a dull, distant thud. The floodlights snap off, the security cameras freeze mid-sweep, and the regional relay

“But what was that, Bima? What did we unleash?” Bima leaned against the cold tunnel wall, his mind replaying the horrifying spectacle. “A catalyst,” he said, his voice hollow. “We tried to create a detox, but we ended up creating… chaos. Core Prime didn’t just corrupt it. It absorbed it. It became the very thing it was meant to fight.”

He ripped the metal door off its hinges with a raw, desperate grunt, his bleeding fingers gripping the heavy master lever. "Arga," Randy spoke into the analog transceiver clutched to his collar. "The drone hub for Sector 18 is about to go dark." "Do it, Randy!" He threw his entire body weight onto the lever, pulling it down into the 'OFF' position. A deafening pop rang out as the massive transformers behind the wall blew their fuses, casting the entire sector into a dead, absolute darkness, illuminated only by the faint, waning starlight bleeding through the high-altitude windows.

**<< Die with them! A sharp *crack* echoed, not from Thorne’s gun. A dark hole appeared in Thorne’s forehead. His eyes widened in pure, startled disbelief. The pistol clattered from his hand. He swayed for a moment, then collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. Behind him, Winters lowered his suppressed MP7, smoke curling from the barrel. Leo scrambled to his knees, clutching the unbroken vial of Phoenix Prime, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The immediate threat was neutralized. The dispersal switch untouched. The master seed stock… partially secured.

As Link was working on the transformator, he remembered something that Carlos told him while teaching him. ***Flashback*** "The transformator is very powerful. It can work on any dead body depending on how long the person has been dead. If the person died recently, the body will be perfect and last a long period when it has undergone the transformation process but if the person died years ago, the body won't be able to last even if there's a ghost in the body." Carlos explained. ***Reality***

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.