Mech Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

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.

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.

The one that had been witnessed was Full Partial Transformation. A Full Partial Transformation was an advanced form of an Incomplete Partial Transformation. Full Partial Transformations allowed the Beastman to adopt a greater number of features of the beast they gained their power from, compared to Incomplete Partial Transformations. The changes weren't merely restricted to a few body parts, but we're more all-rounded. The transformed Beastman would grow fur all over, may develop a tail, and would only differ from the actual beast by a few features; and it gave a thirty percent power boost - to all attributes! This meant that speed, attack, defense, agility, and senses were all enhanced! Thi

Waiting until there were no witnesses. With slow, careful movements, Clarissa turned the handle and opened the door. Light from the corridor spilled in slightly, falling across the bed where Junior slept curled up. A Transformers robot toy was clutched tightly to his chest. Optimus Prime. A gift from Alina for Junior's third birthday. Clarissa knew this because she'd heard the story countless times. From Margaret. From the staff. Even from Junior himself when the boy was still comfortable enough to talk to her. "Mama Alina said Optimus is strong like Junior. So Junior has to take care of him."

“Never.” Liora’s voice cut through the pain. “Kade! The self-destruct sequence! There’s a manual override!” Before I could reach for it, Prime spun me around and pinned me against the glass of a gestation tank. A half-formed enhanced wolf floated inside, inches from my face. “Watch,” Prime whispered. “This is what you will become.” Then the entire facility shook like something was about to pull it off its foundations. And it wasn't coming from us but from something outside.

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.

The three Vanguard mechs had been completely transformed. The stolen liquid-metal Class-Omega armor had successfully grafted onto the Earth-made titanium chassis. The mechs were no longer bulky, utilitarian machines. They were sleek, terrifying engines of destruction, coated in flawless, light-absorbing black metal with striking, predatory gold accents running along the joints. But the most breathtaking change was in the chest cavities. The standard nuclear batteries had been ripped out. In their place, the stolen Star-forged Cores had been perfectly integrated. The transparent, reinforced chests of the mechs glowed with a blinding, contained cyan plasma.

His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame. “I would like to introduce you to 2Pac GX7. He’s a prototype designed to look like the real 2Pac. He has an infinite neural net processor inside his head that helps him learn new things.” Irena tried to introduce 2Pac to Amy, who felt fascinated and creeped out by Irena’s cybernetic soldier. Amy wanted to get her child out of 2Pac’s arms. Somehow, she could feel the technological heat radiating from the metal man’s body. “Mommy!” Omar stretched his little hand out toward his mother.

However, as Torch moved from the sculpture to greet me, I could see that he wasn’t the same kid I remembered. Instead of Torch being the boy with the spiked shoulder and black arm, he was the boy that looked more robot than human. The left half of his face now had black metal all over it; with a sliver of it joining to the chunk around his eye and cheekbone on the right side. His right eye didn’t exist anymore. Instead, it was a green technical orb, embedded amongst the metal; his iris continuously adjusting and spinning around. Torch’s right shoulder wasn’t the only one possessed by the giant spikes that joined into a metal arm; his left was an exact copy too.