Mech Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

"This is what they've been hyping us about? He's so scrawny!" The insectoid Prime Chimera flew towards Len and studied him up and down. Len was highly alarmed by the monster's blade - like arms that flailed around him. The loud buzzing of the insectoid's wings hurt his ears and from up close, Lars could identify that this Prime Chimera was derived from orchid mantis based on its pink colorations. "Hymeno, you absolute moron. We all look like that at some point," Axylia said. "Surely not as pathetic - looking as this one. Look at him!"

Jameson motioning her inside. Shantal walks inside to giant machines hanging on the walls and cealings. They seem to be military, though Shantal can't put her finger on who uses those. Mr. Jameson says: "This is the hanger where I store all of my war machines. They're called-" "Just call them mechs." A mysterious, gruff voice, cuts him off. He walks in to the hanger, slowly revealing a 5'10 man in some type of armor and a helmet with a blue visor on his head. "Don't need to get all technical on the poor child." He laughs with a serious tone.

“Who was she? That other… me.” He set the glasses down on a sleek chrome table with a soft click. “Prime is the original operational model. The first fully stable iteration of the Demi Protocol. She’s… efficient. Unemotional. A perfect weapon.” He finally looked at me, and the raw emotion in his eyes was a physical blow. “But she wasn’t you.” “Because I’m the faulty copy?” The words tasted like ash. “The one who got infected with a ghost?”

The metal of the chassis turned gray and brittle, frost spreading rapidly from Tristan's hand. The massive machine crumpled like a tin can, falling to its knees, then tipping over with a heavy, lifeless crash. Tristan stood there, steam rising from his body. He looked at his hand. Arcs of red electricity—the mech's lifeblood—danced between his fingers before being absorbed into his skin. He turned to the group. His expression was blank, terrifyingly serene. "It's clear," he said. Vane looked at the pile of scrap metal. "Remind me never to arm wrestle you."

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.

"It's almost as if I'm connecting with a kindred mind instead of a soulless machine." He discarded the notion as soon as it popped up. Mechs couldn't think, let alone influence his thoughts. The spec sheet clearly stated the mech hosted no AIs in its memory banks. The neural interface also passed the MTA's stringent tests, so his observations were not clouded by contamination. Caruthers threw away all superfluous thoughts and finished up the booting process. He then took his mech out of the container. Each step thundered the ground, enough that Marcella found herself forced back. The mech turned around and took up the mace and shield hanging on a rack. The heavy tower shield felt solid to hi

“J7 has both his legs replaced, including the hip bone. He can run damn near forever because of it. “Chriso has three things replaced. His right arm, his lungs, and his spine. All making him one of the strongest Partials who has the least likely odds of becoming injured or tired. He can carry great weight for far distances.” She finished, obviously proud of her friends if her tone and stance was anything to go by. “Now, there are three things wrong with me. One is internal, so you can’t tell, but I want you to try to guess my two outer ones. Take a minute to think about it.” She stood up straight so he could get a good look. “Okay.” He said, taking a good long look at her.

Twin railguns were affixed to each side of the mech's body, jutting outward. What scared me the most wasn't the guns, but rather what was above the guns. The front of the mech's body was pinched downward, covered in dark metal that contrasted the rest of its white armour. The mech's legs were also reinforced, with large metal plates covering them. Its feet sprouted talons, like those of a bird. The mech stepped out into the center of the crater and opened fire, spent shells dropping from its weapons like rain. "Are those claws?" Martin shouted. "Oh, that is not good!"

"Ang bata ang tanging may kakayahang mag-overload sa Neural Net nang hindi namamatay ang mga taong naka-link dito." ​"Pero may problema," singit ni Mara. "Ang Prime ay protektado ng 'The Archangels'—tatlong dambuhalang mechs na binuo ni Gaia gamit ang data ng iyong Wolf Armor, Xander. Alam nila ang bawat galaw mo bago mo pa ito gawin." ​ANG PAGHAHANDA NG WOLF

The Transformers lie in the realm of tomorrow; the very distant tomorrow. Still, Mr. Lapuz was greatly amused by Ecto 2.0, the robo-puppy that Terra had gifted Kate. He was blown away by how lifelike it behaved. Its prick ears gently pulling back, its tail wagging, its four jointed legs much more flexible than his own arthritic two. Ecto 2.0 also had these expressive, big blue anime eyes made of OLED. The same eyes were equipped with depth cameras that allowed it to gauge any terrain and relay the most apt maneuver to its small but powerful legs. Lastly, Ecto 2.0 was equipped with AI and could remember the layout of Kate’s room and the whole house plus the faces of the people constantly arou