High Tide Transformers: Rescue Bots Novels & Stories

Karen sighed beside me, dropping my hand from hers and the smile from her face. "Components, Draco," she said. "We gathered a bunch of your TMC's robots after the Dreadnought fell, but have no way to repair them. We'd be useless in Shenzhen." I nodded. "We don't have the luxury of time, here. We need these robots so we have something to defend our forces in. Components will ensure that we know how to build new parts for each robot." We were about a block from the TMC's factory entrance now, and I could hear chanting. A party of some kind?

The red lights are extinguished, and with a last, long-drawn surren sacked the iron monster lifeless in our tomato beds together. We stood gorging in the damp air. The Titan chickens in their cradle gracked excited, but they were unharmed. Kael tapped the mud from the poor and stood next to me. He looked at the smoking cadaver down. “We can’t do a garden without that the consortium objects.’ “They felt the PlanetHero protocol,” I said and kneeled on the hull the dead machine. “These things have probably been in

It was the very first time he had lost his cool with her. Truett swept the area and shouted, “Waitara Path’s Reincarnation Soremsia! I will take you down!” With a roar, his body erupted with colorful lights that spread within the Tirta Grand Formation. They collected the floating corpses and lowered them into Skynet’s ruins.

Chapter 93 The Alarm The group asked Neptune in unison, "What's in the other crate?" Neptune's digital face beamed with excitement. "Those would be their charging stations, where they'll receive their upgrades." They loaded the charging docks into the cargo hold, and the robots settled in, ready for their journey to the island.

Every step Dante took sent a low, vibrating thud through my spine, but the proximity to his alpha-marrow was the only thing keeping my own blood from freezing over as the cold morning wind rushed through the lower tier's structural pillars. "The western transformers are right through this maintenance crawl," Kemi muttered, her hand flashlight cutting a narrow beam of yellow light through the thick, sulfur-heavy fog that hung over the boundary gates. The massive iron structure before us looked like a giant, rusted cage bolted into the titanium spine of the fourth tier. Inside, dozens of high-voltage transformers—each the size of a scrapper hab-block—let out a dangerous, low-pitched scream tha

The descent of the Spore-Vessels was not a silent affair. As the multi-kilometer jellyfish-like organisms lowered themselves into the troposphere over Detroit, the air itself began to hum with a low-frequency vibration that rattled the windows of the ruined skyscrapers. This was a "Frequency-Intervention." The Sombra-Net had detected the "Rogue-Resonance" of Juna’s bio-turbine—a signal that was close enough to the Symmetry to be recognizable, but distorted enough to be perceived as a "Malignant Mutation."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jordan. I'm here to take Hilda home." With an embarrassing smile, Linux said, "I was upgrading Caleb's system earlier, and later found Hilda asleep in the living room. I couldn't bring myself wake her up." He then asked the robot to hand a box to Gasper who was standing next to Nathan. "Hilda came to me today for this defensive micro bot. This is all I have in stock now. The invoice is inside the box." Speaking of that, Nathan was very grateful. Perhaps this is fate. Linux had only upgraded Caleb with the silver needle the day before and it comes in handy today! What a coincidence!

"There's only one of us." But Kai, his eyes blazing with determination, was already on the move. With a speed that defied his usual composure, he launched himself towards the bot, a low growl escaping his lips. Before Maya or Ezra could react, he'd reached the machine, his body slamming into its metallic side. The impact sent shockwaves through the bot, momentarily disrupting its movements. Seizing the opportunity, Kai reached up, his hand glowing faintly with a blue aura. Maya recognized the telltale signs of a telekinetic surge. With a grunt of exertion, he ripped a metal panel from the bot's side, exposing its vulnerable circuitry.

"Biometric scan complete. Source: Prime Lineage. Subject: Zero. Welcome home, sir. It has been... two thousand, four hundred and ninety-two years since your last login. Would you like a refresh towel?" The silence that followed was absolute. The Commander’s jaw dropped. "What? No! Override! System override!" The AI voice continued, its tone dropping a fraction of a degree, becoming icily professional. "Alert. Unauthorized biological contaminants detected in the entry foyer. Classification: Pests." The twelve Heimdall turrets—the four billion dollars worth of death machines—suddenly spun around. They didn't aim at us. They aimed at the Council guards. "Wait!" The Commander screamed, ripping o

Beside him, Sarah moved quietly and efficiently, her prosthetic arm clicking softly as she adjusted the settings on a short-range frequency jammer. "We have ten minutes before the next drone sweep," Sarah whispered. "The transport we need is a high-speed armored line going straight to the Lunar borders. It's carrying a fresh batch of Resonance-Serum harvested from the Well." Kael didn't respond. His eyes were fixed on a figure standing atop a gantry crane five hundred yards away. Even without his full Alpha senses, he recognized the silhouette. The stance mirrored his own: the same broad shoulders, the same subtle tilt of the head.