M Prime Warframe Novels & Stories

"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.

"It’s a recording! It’s just data!" ​"Data is all you are, Leo," the Prime countered, its eyes glowing with a cold, blue light. "You are a bridge to a world that is already dead. I am the bridge to the future." ​The Prime lunged at Leo, its movements a perfect mirror of Leo’s own fighting style. It was like fighting a shadow of himself, one that knew every move before he made it. ​Maya tried to intervene, but the Prime unleashed a pulse of "Null-Gold", a frequency designed to cancel out her Force. She fell to her knees, her light turning to grey ash.

This was another system protocol written into 2Pac’s program files. Mark brought up his robotic suit’s ammunition blockers, which were two triangular-shaped energy blast proof shields. The two shields activated themselves and they arose out of both of the robotic suit’s arms. Mark tried to block the gunfire coming from two 3D printed handguns that 2Pac pulled out of two mechanized pockets that emerged from his abdomen. The battle began as a gunfight, and so far Mark held his own against 2Pac. He activated his nuclear-powered energy sub-machine gun and fired away at 2Pac.

I turned. A warrior. Mid twenties. Big through the shoulders in the way that some wolves are who have trained hard since early adolescence and let it make them wide. He was standing about three meters away with a short practice staff held loosely in one hand and an expression that was not quite a smile. I recognized the expression. I had been on the receiving end of it for years in different forms. It was the look of someone who had spotted the person in the room they were allowed to diminish and was deciding whether it was worth the energy.

He was doing this. His one arm was extended. Palms towards Elora as he looked at Alexandria. With eyes that no one has seen before. They were silver. Pure silver. And Thora felt a shiver run down her spine. No! This is not possible! No! This has happened in the history. It can't happen now. It's the death wolf taking full control of Thaneos. He will loose his humanity if this happens. He will go on a rampage killing everyone. Friends or foe.

-One of the villagers said. Nat and Gree quickly went to Gree's and Nat's workshop to search for weapons while Chronos beheld the machine initializing. He noticed the multiple joints moving to show a magnetic supported Antimagic shield and many digital locks opening to release a railgun, homing missile batteries, grenade launchers, two cannon barrels with heavy-armor penetrating ammunition enhanced with magic, magic-based ammunition machine guns, and flamethrowers. The Tyranno-AMHAR: Peacemaker was not a war machine, it was an extermination device.

said Twilight. “Next are the Primitive Mobs from the mod. The Primitive Yelloweye, Primitive Summoner, Primitive Reeker, Primitive Bolster, Primitive Longarms & Primitive Archnidas” I said. The Mane Six saw the holographic models of the Primitive Mobs “so these are the primitive mobs. Firefly, are these mobs hard to kill?” Again Dashie asked, I nod my head “yes Dashie they are incredibly hard to kill. I fought these parasites before back at Planet Ryker” I said,'' You know these parasites very well by experience” said Twilight “my father had inherited my grandfather’s determination to fight and have outstanding knowledge of each mob, person, object, artifact, etc.” Bronyium explained “no won

he laughs, but his laugh is not warm or kind, it is the cold laugh of a person stuck in a situation so absurd and tragic there is nothing left to do but laugh or weep. “We need to get you to the other side of the gates before we lose the chance to close them,” Primus continues. “Who knows what type of surprises he has waiting if true war is to wage between us. I have a feeling he has a reason to feel confident in his success if he is risking this much. He is an arrogant drake, but he isn't stupid. He doesn't start fights unless he is certain he will win."

“You’ve shown great improvement today. You have the potential to become a great warrior.” Aiel beamed with pride at the compliment. “Thank you, Reina. I’ve learned my lesson and I promise I’ll never gossip again.” Reina nodded, her expression softening. “I believe you, Aiel. But remember, being a warrior means more than just physical strength. It also means being honourable and honest. You must always uphold the values of our people.” Aiel nodded, taking in Reina’s words. She knew that being a true warrior meant more than just physical strength, and she was determined to live up to those ideals.

He lowered his helmet and concealed his face to avoid suspicion. “I call to you great presence. Heed to my orison and grant me your unfathomable power, fro we serve you oh great link, our path to Tomasa!” Orange rings formed on the forearms of the soldiers and began revolving around their arms. “This miracle will help you pass through the miasma covering Free state. It is dangerous for humans to breathe. The seal will last on your arm for only two hours so I suggest we move quickly! They began their march across a dense coverage of trees and into the red foggy miasma that marked the wall boundary. Dakario met them outside a huge gate and they marched through, passing the green vile creatures