Megatronus Prime X Solus Prime Novels & Stories

He looked at the Elite, wondering how to make his presence known. While he internally debated, a part of his mind brought up a question he had been thinking about for the last several days. Partials and Techs can normally be spotted by the metal all over their bodies. From armor covering non replaceable vulnerable parts to entire limbs having been replaced. The Partials of Squad Alpha, however, show no signs of Techmorphasis. And while it is possible for their internal organs to have been replaced first, a whole squad is never made out of those who only got their insiders replaced. So his question is ‘what part of them is not human?’.

“Shit, you’re right. Climb the walls?” “Do you have your nano grip mods?” “No. Didn’t expect this kind of a mess. Especially in 14K territory” “Even if we did, the plans said these buildings have shock spikes on their roofs. We won’t be able to handle that” Sol searched around for anything they could use, a distraction of some sort to force the Cohens to leave their post. She feels a rustle in her jacket’s left pocket, quickly digging in she pulls out a small cube that changes the shape the moment it falls on her hand. Sprouting four legs and a rotor at its head, the drone’s visor buzzed and stared inquisitively at Sol as it eagerly bobbed up and down, ready to take its new orders.

—a floating monolith of archived history—and swung himself into a landing on a platform made of Compressed-Silence. Above them, the aperture of the bridge hummed with a cold, sterile light. Standing at the edge was the Alpha-Prime 2.0. Her silver hair shimmered like a dying star, and her eyes—that chilling, calculated violet—looked down at them not with hatred, but with a terrifying Indifference.

A new voice, deeper, colder than any we’d heard before, came up the stairwell. “Primary Alpha target detected. Termination protocol authorized.” Then it stepped into view. One single enhanced wolf. But this one was different. It was taller, looked heavier, and carried a lot of scars on its body like it had survived a hundred battles. But I was pretty sure that those scars were just design protocol. No way this thing had been fighting for that long. Its golden eyes burned almost white. It looked straight at me and smiled with too many teeth. “Hello, Kade. I am Unit Prime. And I was created to kill you.”

Phineas hit the floor, sliding across the hardwood. Solomon stood up. He didn't move like a puppet anymore. He moved like an Alpha. He grabbed the heavy, copper cables leading from his skull and ripped them out with a wet, tearing sound. He didn't even flinch. He turned toward the crawling Ignatius and lunged, pinning the cyborg to the floor. "You wanted a power source, old man?" Solomon’s voice was a roar that shook the glass in the nursery windows. He reached deep into his own chest, his fingers hooking around the Lunar core Ignatius had overclocked. The silver light coming from Solomon’s skin was no longer a glow; it was a blinding, jagged fire that began to melt the floorboards.

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.

The prototype lifted its head— revealing eyes glowing with unstable gold, flickering violently like broken light. It spoke with a distorted voice: “…more…” Lena recoiled. This wasn’t human. Not anymore. “What is he?” she whispered. Kass replied with a scientist’s pride. “A failed Primarch. A weapon built from purge DNA. Until now, it had no anchor.” Her smile deepened. “But with your stabilizer gene… it might finally survive.” Lena’s pulse thundered. “You’re creating a monster.” “No,” Kass corrected, “I’m perfecting one.”

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

"We received your... loud notification. The shattering of a Harvester Command Vessel is a feat usually reserved for the elder civilizations. We wished to see the 'primitive' world that managed it." "You've seen it," I said, stepping forward. I let the "Holy Fire" shimmer just beneath the surface of my skin, a silent warning that the primitive world had teeth. "I am Elena, the Argentum Prime. This is Killian, Alpha-Prime of the Silver Line. You used the word 'Acknowledge.' What exactly are you acknowledging?"

"The Sovereign-Mates are deemed Irreparable. Initiate Full-Deletion." The Centinel lunged, its limbs made of "Optimization-Scythes."