High Tide Transformers: Rescue Bots Novels & Stories

Lights came on all over its exterior one by one, until most were back on. “Sir! Most systems on the base have kicked back on! Seventy percent of the transformers appear to be fully functional again, and they appear to be running with nearly half power.” “Impossible!” cried Valos. How did they get things back so quickly? And how was everything running so well again? If they were allowed power, they could last indefinitely with the asteroid. Their siege would have been useless. He grit his teeth as he issued another set of orders. “Get the torps back out and slam the base. I want that thing dead in no time flat!”

The machine shook violently, lights bursting in a cascade of sparks. The shadows faltered. “That’s it!” she shouted. “The transformers amplify the signal!” She sprinted toward the largest tower, shadows whipping at her heels. Nolan and Lira fought to keep them off her, buying precious seconds. Emma reached the tower’s base, pressed the pulse device against the metal, and unleashed the full frequency. The relay station erupted in a violent surge of light. Shadows screamed, their forms unraveling, scattering into the night like torn fabric. The node at the station’s core cracked with a deafening roar, a column of energy spiraling upward before collapsing into silence.

“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

Since Tenin said that the magical tower only appeared by fate, then it was about time for him to see if Earth shared this fate to make it through this tragedy. Wilbur was rather confident as he had been killing the Satan Robots steadily in the past month and had knocked down the robot army's bravado quite a bit. Thus, he was pretty sure that Johnson and the others would not chase him for too long. Just then, the unthinkable happened as Johnson roared, "Listen up, Satan Robots! Transform into your second state and attack at full force!" Johnson's words caught Wilbur by surprise like a bolt of lightning, causing him to fly forward with all his might while looking back every now and then. Under

The Walker’s front-right leg dropped into the sea. The titan’s balance-subroutine shrieked. It tried to compensate, shifting its massive weight to the left, but Zane and the Twins had already finished their work. They had used the village’s winch-cables—meant for hauling whale bone—to tether the Walker’s left joints to the cliffside. The cables snapped like guitar strings, but they held for a crucial three seconds. The Walker didn't just fall. It de-coupled. The weight of its own terraforming equipment tore the chassis apart. It slammed into the canyon floor with a sound that would have been heard for fifty miles.

"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

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: