High Tide Transformers: Rescue Bots Novels & Stories

“But I can’t let you go out there, for your own good.” Laran and Gideon pounced, grabbing the females from behind. The males had clothe soaked in herbs that worked to render werewolves unconscious, the same as chloroform does to humans. His people had used these herbs for centuries, and he knew it was a safe way to put the females to sleep for transport.

"There was this one place that stands out, out of all the places we've seen and so we already signed its contract. We can move in after we send 1096 to the Ironscrapes. Sam replied while dragging her tired body to the chair. She was completely exhausted combing the city with Harold searching for the best place that can suit their budget. Harold followed behind her and did the same. "I am sure you guys choose the right place." Mike said as he gave them a reassuring smile. "By the way, did 1096 run out of battery?" Harold, on the other hand, asked when he noticed that their robot was dead. "He kept saying he had to go somewhere. So I put her on Standby Mode because I got annoyed." Jodi said to

"Those tanks were designed to hold phase-change materials. If we can lure the mist into the tanks, we can keep them in a stable, semi-liquid state—a Conscious Slurry." "And then what?" Sloane asked. "We keep them in a basement forever?" "We use them as a Biological Battery," Kael replied, the engineer in him overriding the mourner. "They want warmth; we want power. If we give them a shared neural-link within the tanks, their collective friction will generate enough thermal energy to heat the entire Citadel. It’s a Symbiotic Loop." The Lure To move the "Sky-Fall," Kael had to use himself as a Resonance Rod. He climbed to the highest point of the Citadel and activated his damaged Resonance Tun

It was thick with black silt and dead leaves, freezing my legs and making it impossible to stand. The suit didn't fall. He stepped back, his black leather shoes submerged in the rushing dark water. The sudden blast of spray hit his face, but his hand stayed steady. He wiped the water from his eyes with his sleeve and re-aimed the pistol at my head. "Vivienne!" Martha screamed through the roar of the flood. She wasn't looking at the suit. She was looking at the main generator housing behind us. The old turbine was dead, but the backup battery banks on the wall were still connected to the local grid line. The black water had just reached the exposed copper terminals of the main transformer box

It was a frame—twisted tech, gold-veined—with eyes that glowed exactly like mine. "Backup code detected. Override in progress," it rasped. "What is that?" Kieran shouted. "Last failsafe," Subject 13 coughed. "A carrier bot for the Directive. It's trying to preserve the code by putting it in something else." "And it picked me," I muttered. It raised a hand. Light shot toward me. Null screamed. Kieran tackled me to the side. The blast missed, but the wall exploded. Rubble fell. I shoved Kieran back, then turned and faced the bot.

The doctor was held back by a police robot. “Oh no,” Ire moaned. “You know what?” Elijah said, “You guys, get on the train. I'll get him.” “Be careful,” Temi said as Ire told him to hurry. Elijah ran to the gate and called to the police robot, pointing to his left. “Hey, I see the terrorists over there. They are escaping!” “Thank you, citizen,” The police robot said and ran away. “Thanks, kid.” The Doctor pressed against the closed gate and shook it in anger. “Alpha, can you get this gate to open?”

Still yet, Samson still had a lot of things to worry about. There in Boneridge, where his Industrial Empire who's sole purpose is brandishing mechanical bots. These bots weren't any type of bots but of the SpellTech type, who's engine is cladded with heavy thick alloid. Powerful generator and super ultra current tapped directly from.space. There were times these Machines or their system generator needs a super intelligent brains to handle the programming, elocation, techniques and most importantly, intelligence. And Samson would have to go.

The sentinel's visor gleamed red and sent a laser beam his way, the light caught him unawares, hitting him in the chest and sent him spiralling out of the air onto the second sentinel's waiting arms who in turn slammed him against the chamber floor with a bone wreaking sound. Obiora was stunned yet he strained to get out from the robot's ironclasp grip as it introduce his face repeatedly to the floor but he barely bulged, that was when he realised that he was in trouble. These aren't just ordinary hunks of metals, they were the advanced A.I driven combat bots Shetimma warned them about, in his short existence, he had yet to meet something as strong as he was and now he was been held like an

Opening his backpack, Anderson pulled out a big, box-like contraction with a material Hanson quickly recognised to be the QED. “This is your robot?” he asked, with an arched brow. Anderson was expecting that, so he smiled and dropped the contraption on the floor. “Surprise, surprise,” said he, pressing the button at its centre with a deep press by his thumb. Before anyone could scream “Jack Robinson!”, the box made a quick transformation into a human-sized robot; Enboe-21. “This. . .” said Elizabeth with a shaky finger. Without wasting any time, Andy began to speak:

"What is the status of the patrol-bots at point one?" Kevin hummed before replying, "Negative. No bots sighted at point one. The nearest bots are fifteen metres away." Nodding, I hid behind the wall. The bots need to pass before I made a dash for it. Past the main fountain was the foyer that had a large open space. Should I be caught by the bots, my odds of getting away are close to none. Unlike cameras, bots are equipped with heat sensors that I have yet to figure out how to fool.