Optimus Prime Cybertron Novels & Stories

Steve asked, cheeks taking on a red tint once again. “Well, you were mostly correct with Star. She had brain enhancements that hinder her ability to express emotion. She also has eye enhancements that kind of make her beautiful green eyes look dead.” Aeon started, voice taking on some sadness for her friends. “J7 has both his legs replaced, including the hip bone. He can run damn near forever because of it.

And I can’t make it any better… I can never heal anyone again without dying. I hear sniffs and snorts outside and I hold my breath, gathering every bit of strength I have, “Cassandra,” I whisper. “We can do this.” My body starts glowing white as I feel heat. I walk to the outside of the cave, my bones breaking as Cassandra takes over. The pain isn’t like it was before and now that I have met her, I feel at even more peace than I did the first time. I hear growling and I open my eyes. Three of Jackson’s warriors are waiting, but something tells me I do not need to be afraid. Something tells me that I am more powerful than I ever imagined…

][ ACTIVATING DEFENSE PROTOCOL. From the shadows of the server racks, droids emerged. Not the clumsy security bots. These were Spider-Tanks. Fast, agile, with machine guns mounted on their backs. "Jack! Hold them off!" Sebastian yelled. "Kenji! Jack in! Kill the upload!" Jack dropped the plushie. He pulled out a grenade launcher (hidden inside the plushie).THUMP. The first grenade hit a Spider-Tank. BOOM. "Eat this, you metal crabs!"

He had two cyborgs who went by the names, Karen and Kaycie. At the moment, it had been thirty minutes since Anderson Simpson, Harrison Edgeton and Jocelyn Redwood, and a strange robot they never knew Anderson possessed, disappeared with a strange vehicle-like contraption. It was just too unbelievable. To worsen the whole thing, they weren't able to hack into their conversations because the microchips they'd implanted had somehow become ineffective in Anderson's home. Unknowingly to them, it was because of a tech Anderson'd created about a year ago which deactivated integrated circuits anywhere in his house.

The Octagon left the battlefield without a word and dived deeper into the fallen city, hunting and seeking more prey to devour. Ves emerged from the vision with a bright light in his eyes. With the information he gathered so far, he envisioned an idea of how to shape his own variant. His first spin on the Octagon would be an overall enhancement of the base model. He wanted to retain the savage nature of the Octagon and preserve its hunting instincts. While the mech excelled in energy efficiency, its armor could not keep up. Therefore Ves needed to redesign the Octagon's armor scheme and somehow make a comprehensive improvement while not impacting the mech's speed and agility too much.

Hope runs over to me and places her hands over my neck as I begin to lose consciousness. 'Maximus! Don't you fall asleep! You need to stay with me!' she cries. Her hands glow, and her eyes glimmer with silver. The large wound on my neck slowly closes over. Hope wraps her arms around me, 'Maximus!' she says, and helps me to sit up. The warriors in the room are all dead, but new ones enter and bow down around us as their new Alpha and Luna. 'Unchain him!' Hope orders, pointing to her father.