Optimus Prime Energon Novels & Stories

Pascha said, glancing offscreen, “and if your mommy says yes.” I pretended not to hear. Max gave me a quick look, then whispered toward the screen, “Don’t worry. I’ll work on her.” Pascha tried not to laugh. “You’re my son.” “I’m Optimus Prime’s son,” Max said proudly. ::: The meeting room was filled with sunlight pouring in through the tall windows of Romanov Corp’s top floor. On the wall, a projector displayed a digital map of the mine site and its distribution routes in sharp, contrasting colors.

“That is, if he takes the opportunity.” I looked over at Connor. He was grinning like a madman. “I mean, seriously, she couldn’t have been a better PR agent for you,” Sebastian said. “If you get out in front of this thing fast, and you sell, sell, sell.” “Sell what?” I asked. “Clean energy. Free power for Nevada. Cheap power for the western United States – hell, for the entire United States,” Connor said. “Benefitting every man, woman, and child in the nation – and eventually the world.”

His armor emitted clanging sounds as he rolled over. Bzzt! The air trembled. Kensie’s Vital Energy Cannon finished charging, and he shot out a substantial stream of Vital Energy. It was seemingly solid as it began to sweep across. But even Vital Energy couldn't do anything to a level-nine powerhouse. If Vital Energy could deal with level-nine powerhouses, they wouldn't have such a high status. Shooting Vital Energy at Lenny was like shooting at a mirror. It was directly reflected, piercing through a row of half-ruined villas.