Makeshift Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

​The heavy-duty transit rig roared to life in the bunker’s dry dock, its armored chassis vibrating with the raw torque of a twin-hybrid core. Designed by Arthur Vance to look like a standard corporate reclamation transport, the vehicle was reinforced with military-grade ballistic plating and equipped with a localized active-stealth cloak.

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

She has the kind of spine your father lacked. ​Shut up, Damian hissed. ​Julian laughed, a quiet, chilling sound. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black device with a single digital display. He tapped a sequence of numbers and handed it to Damian. The override for the main transformer. You’ll have to input it manually at the sub-station in the basement. Marcus can take me to my prize. ​Damian grabbed the device, his eyes locked on mine for a split second. There was a world of questions in that look, but there was no time to answer them. He turned and sprinted out of the room, his boots echoing down the dark hallway.

"You've been the Shield for long enough. It's time for the Architect to finish the work." I stood up, my legs shaky but my mind clear. I looked around the basement. It wasn't just a storage room; it was a maintenance hub for the apartment block’s old electrical system. I saw the heavy transformer, the lead-jacketed cables, and the ancient breaker box. In a world without EMPs, this would be a simple hack. Here, it was a suicide mission. I walked over to the transformer. I didn't have the violet light to guide me, but I had my memory. I knew how power moved. I knew the language of the spark. I grabbed a pair of rusted pliers from the floor and began to strip the heavy cables.

"That's why I have this." I shook my head. I can't believe this. I should have just lied to him when he asked me about shifting. We stood in the tree line on the edge of the forest that was a few hundred feet away from the castle. We were well hidden by the bushy evergreens from anyone who might have been looking on, but that didn't stop me from being mortified. Shifting for the very first time was an intimate thing, and I wasn't so sure I wanted to share it with Adam.

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.

He made sure to keep close to my side, gazing up at the tree branches overhead. “Transamagei wanted to be a pure place, like the Other Side. They wanted to wipe the dangerous monsters and keep the ones that wouldn’t harm humans. It worked for a while, but new breeds were created from the ones remaining, and demons were formed. For a while, people that had died and been infested were tracked and killed. This obviously caused some controversy, and a war broke out between the demons and the pure humans. This happened in most countries around the world; the worst being in Sole.”

"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 only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.