Ironhide Transformers Prime Mga Nobela at Kwento

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

The Void-Prime emerged from the fissure, not as a beast, but as a fluid, obsidian ink that sought out anything with a frequency. The Iron-Wolves of the South were the first to engage. Led by Captain Thorne, they dived into the fissure, their silver-gold hulls glowing with a magnetized brilliance. They were heavy, their iron-resonance acting as a "Dead-Weight" that the shadow-ink struggled to move. "THEY'RE TARGETING THE DENSITY!" Arthur shouted from the lead dreadnought, his voice a metallic resonance. "Emma, the Prime-Core is trying to 'Weight' its own darkness with our iron! If it succeeds, it will become a Physical-Void that cannot be dispersed!"

"Leo! She’s removing the 'Noise'! If she finishes the render, we’ll be trapped in a featureless void!" ​"Kaelen! Maya! Break her focus!" Leo roared, finally forcing his muscles to move against the Prime’s crushing pressure. ​Kaelen didn't hesitate. He launched himself forward, his silver-metal skin flaring to its maximum output. He wasn't just a man; he was a "Living-Impact," a silver comet aimed directly at the Prime’s heart. ​But the Prime didn't dodge. As Kaelen’s fist neared her chest, she simply "Shifted." In a flash of silver light, Kaelen didn't hit her; he passed right through her as if she were made of mist.

Ren climbed the massive, recessed metal rungs built into the side of the chassis, pulling himself up toward the primary access hatch. Inside the factory, the Ironhead militia was moving with frantic, terrifying efficiency. They had tasted true victory. They were no longer loading crates of scavenged scrap; they were loading pallets of high-explosive ordnance, advanced medical supplies, and pristine Blackwatch kinetic rifles into the captured Ministry transport APCs.

"Ghost, he's a genius! The massive tungsten-carbide injection capsules at the base of the drills! They're designed to withstand absolute thermal and kinetic crushing pressure!" I pulled up the schematics for the Prime Forges. "They're cylindrical. Fifty feet long, heavily armored, with no windows. They run on a closed-loop internal life-support system. It's basically a giant, pressurized iron coffin." "Can you put an engine on it?" Dax asked.

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.

Resting his head on the top of my own, we waited until Tenny seemed to find what he was looking for. "Ah, yes." He pointed to a page that was decorated in gold and silver - actual flakes of the elements if I wasn't mistaken. "This figure is the Prime." The figure was neither male or female by external markers. Haloed in colors from concentric circles of palest to darkest, the Prime stood on what looked to be a bed of snakes. Each snake was eating the tail of the snake closest to it. Each snake was a slightly different color as well. Dozens of lines ran from Prime to the snakes. From Prime's hands, body, face, feet. Everywhere. Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll.

Prophet Rufus is looking everywhere for answers, but to date, no one has a clue how to reverse the mutations. It’s not all that bad, though. We seem to have longer life spans now. While others suffered terribly, a few benefited greatly from the mutations. The one person who benefited the most is Alpha Theo, our king, as he calls himself. He and his friends were disgraced, banished, powerless rogues before the explosion. He became indestructible after it. Apparently, no bite, spear, spell or weapon goes through him. That’s why he was able to take over every pack in this town and make himself our king. The Indestructible Steel King is what his friends call him. He is the most cruel and ruthles

Warmonger Chassis Type 13 [A] - Primal Machinations “Planetcracker” Omniresonant Greathammer [S] - Primal Machinations “Primdahl” Round Shield [A] - Mechanica Dharma “Retribution” Mass Driver Pistol [A] — Each of them were installed with the hyperionization submodules that Raijin had put together, which helped protect their armor and shields from Imperial disintegrators. And so they easily raised their shields in front of them, and happily shrugged off any incoming fire from the ships they charged towards.

Player 7. She didn't know whether to thank god that her life was spared or to get even more frightened about what she is about to face right now. If she is to choose, she'd rather die from the guy's bullet than to get tortured by this player. Player 7 walked towards Eleonna. She removed her black coat as she wiped her hands on it. She's now wearing a turtle neck shirt. Now that she removed her cover, Eleonna got a better look at her. She had a dark red permed hair, she also had a sharp eyes that made her look like a fox. To Eleonna's surprise, she smiled at her.