Mech Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

"Look closely, bro! It's Transformers! It's Optimus Prime! "What's with the lack of reaction? Are you even a man?" "But my girlfriend is still waiting …" "They can't compare to Optimus Prime!"

"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.

“Of course not, Mommy! They'll eat us!” I chuckled as I ruffled his hair. “Okay, okay. I understand. There's no T-Rex in the house. Just your T-Rex dolls on your bed right now.” I looked down at the book, continuing to read the adventure story of a little boy exploring the jungle. “Mommy, in Transformers... Optimus Prime can turn into a truck, right?” I stopped reading, looking at him confused. “Max, we're reading a dinosaur story. Why Optimus Prime all of a sudden?”

Far from being just flesh, this organic-mechanical hybrid could never have been born from machine logic. "Data... in... sufficient," the giant’s voice rumbled, a voice emerging from a human throat, but with the cracked intonation of Core Prime. Bima felt something cold beginning to burrow under the skin of his neck. A chip moving like an insect searching for a host within his bloodstream. "Damn it..." Bima groaned, his hands gripping the giant's wrist, attempting to fight back with his last bit of strength. "You aren't... Core Prime," Bima managed to force the words out between gasps for air.

Using the mech core they had reassembled, they could temporarily force a vehicle to transform into a mech. This transformation was irreversible. In other words, once a person merged with this temporarily transformed mech, there was no way to disengage. Furthermore, because the vehicle was forcibly transformed and not originally compatible with the mech core, the transformation could only be maintained for a very short period. Once the mech core could no longer sustain the mech form, the temporarily transformed mech would disintegrate on the spot.

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.

‘Plus, we will rip out the throats of any alpha trying to take what’s ours! Admittedly, Kral is right. It’s easier to withdraw her, but then I lose on my investment, and it may damage my friendship with Parker. We have been friends since we were kids. He’s never let me down when I needed help. I can’t let him down now. Here I was saying that I wanted to let things happen naturally, according to the Moon Goddess’s will, and now I’m in this position. It’s ironic. ‘It’s still Moon Goddess’s will, Ames! We found our mate. Everything else is just noise. Say yes, and we get to spend time with our mate!’

All crying out simultaneously. "NO! THIS IS NOT—I WILL NOT—" Prime's voice fragments into thousands. The form collapses. Essences scatter. Each one a dead dragon, finally free. When the light fades, nothing remains of Prime except a small crystallized core. The original essence. Ancient. Tiny. Powerless. Jamie picks it up carefully. "Is this what you really are? Without all the stolen power? Just... this?" The crystal pulses weakly. No voice. No threat. Just residual consciousness.

But his eyes weren't gold; they were a flat, glowing violet, and his skin was covered in a mesh of integrated circuitry. "Subject 000-Prime," the man spoke, his voice a perfect, soulless mimicry of Caleb’s own. "The father of your line. You are merely a copy of a copy, 001. A weapon that developed a soul. A flaw that must be erased." The Prime pulled a blade of solid Void-energy from his wrist. Caleb stepped forward, the silver in his eyes burning with a fire that no machine could replicate. "A flaw?" Caleb smirked, his claws extending. "That 'flaw' is the only thing that's going to survive this conversation."

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.