Megatronus X Solus Prime Novels & Stories

The bridge of the Howl of the Stars was a chaos of flashing red HUDs and screaming alarms. Outside the viewport, the "Shadow-Wolf," a massive creature of entropic dust resembling a small moon, loomed in the dark. It was the Hunger-Prime's twisted response to the Synthesis: a predator designed not to consume matter, but to devour the very frequency of life. "Shields at forty percent!" Leo shouted as his hands raced across the holographic interface. "The anti-resonance is vibrating the hull's molecules apart! If we don't change the pitch, we'll be a cloud of scrap in sixty seconds!"

He slowly pushed himself up from the mud, resting his hand on the hilt of his Phase-Knife. Captain Reyes, hearing the synthesized voice, froze mid-stride. The color drained from her face. She pushed her way through a group of celebrating bikers, dropping to her knees beside us. "That's Silas. The Prime Architect of Neo-Angeles. He’s the one who designed the cryo-bunkers." The audio file continued, immune to our horror. "You have destroyed the Avatar of Sol. You have neutralized the Nullity command structure. By all old-world metrics, you have won the territorial dispute over Sector Coldwater. However, you misunderstand the nature of our awakening."

] [Skills-Flight, Adamantium Scale, Sonic Speed, Sixth Sense, Cold Immunity, Space Manipulation, Humanoid Form] The list went on and on. This was the first time the system had provided me with so thorough information about a beast. My pupils widened. I'd been looking for the ideal core, and here it was. A difficulty, nevertheless, existed. I'll take care of whatever issue there is afterwards. Regardless of what happened, I had to make sure that I got this core in my hands. "We're going all out for this core, Solan." "The core is truly remarkable, in my opinion as well."

"No worries, I only need them to see." They smile at me and the boy who said I'm pretty adds, "She's funny, Uncle Ashrac." If only Ashrac had his sensitivity. "And who are you?" I ask. He steps forward with a glowing look. "I'm Botan of the Purple Dragon Clan and I'm four." He turns slightly and places his small hand on his brother's arm. "This is Rotan of the Purple Dragon Clan and he's four too." Rotan brushes off the brotherly hand. "She knows that, dummy."

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.

"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?"

My skin prickled, my breath shallowed. Something shimmered in front of me. A projection. An ancient figure—neither man nor machine—flickered into being. Humanoid, but impossibly tall, robed in flowing energy. Its face was a shifting mask of light, unreadable. “Designation: Interface recognized. Seed-bearer identified: Athena Solari.” My pulse skipped. “You... know me?” “Accessing lineage protocols. Confirmed. Bloodline trace: Solari Prime Directive. Sequence unlocked.”

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.”

When the upload finally completed, I rushed to check Adrian’s latest data. My gut dropped. His robot had changed into a spider model exactly like mine. Every parameter matched, down to the last decimal. His upload time? One minute before mine. "Too many humanoid bots in the competition this year," his post read. "I’ve decided to use this spider bot instead. If you guys like it, I’ll even send you model kits…" I swept everything off my desk with a violent crash. "How? Why?!" My eyes burned, my control hanging by a thread.

I tapped the screen, and the words appeared, stark and unyielding. Val Rhen. Dominion: Solas. Rank: 20.