Optimus Prime From Transformers The Last Knight Novels & Stories

"Look closely, bro! It's Transformers! It's Optimus Prime! "What's with the lack of reaction? Are you even a man?" "But my girlfriend is still waiting …" "They can't compare to Optimus Prime!"

But as we slowed our approach toward the city limits, my data-deck vibrated again. I looked down at the screen. The single Sun-Hound hadn't retreated to run away. He had retreated to call in the cavalry. On the horizon behind us, emerging from the tree line of the glowing jungle, wasn't another squad of hover-bikes. It was a Prime Forge. It looked like a crawling city block. A colossal, treaded walking factory, belching black smoke into the pristine air, its massive cannons rotating to lock onto our coordinates. "Prez," Tank said slowly, bringing his trike to a halt. "We're gonna need a bigger gun."

Through the break stepped a figure that made every instinct scream "run." It looked human at first glance. Male, tall, dressed in armor that seemed to be made of compressed starlight. But its eyes... its eyes were voids. Empty spaces in reality that hurt to perceive. "Phoenix," it said, voice like grinding stone. "Storm. Merged." It tilted its head, studying us with those terrible non-eyes. "Impossible. Forbidden. The mixing of primordial forces." "Who are you?" Derek demanded, pulling me behind him. "I am Hunter Prime. First of the First. Keeper of the Old Laws." It took a step forward, and reality rippled around it. "You have committed the ultimate violation. Phoenix and Storm were never m

The moment of truth. My fingers were inches from the chip when the entire wall of windows behind Jeff exploded inwards. The world dissolved into a shower of screaming glass and roaring wind. A sleek, black aerial drone hovered where the window had been, its weapons systems humming with lethal intent. Standing in the jagged opening, silhouetted against the city lights, was Prime. Her obsidian eyes glinted, and her voice cut through the chaos, cold and absolute. “The emotional compromise is complete,” she stated, her rifle rising again, not toward me, but toward Jeff. “Targeting the architect. Eliminating the corruption at its source.”

"That's your proof. You're questioning what I just said. I heard the Guardians speaking the other day. The Guardians were very powerful back in the day, but it wasn't the Obsidians who tried to kill their children. It was the Guardians- they're here to destroy the superior species, not protect them. Dad, you, and I are all in danger if they're around. Now, please, listen to me, pack up everything important and let me get us out of here." Knight stares at me wide-eyed. Not that it's a surprise. He's really the same as our mom- naive, weak, and too trusting. Like our mother, Knight believes in anything that makes even a little sense. He fails to see things for what they are. They're both insan

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.

Damien stepped between him and the others. “Stop.” Prime’s gaze fixed on Damien. He tilted his head, observing him like a reflection puzzled by its original. “You are… the seed,” Prime said. His voice was distorted—multi-layered, as if several voices echoed inside one. Damien’s pulse pounded. “You don’t have to follow his programming.” “I do not follow,” Prime replied. “I inherit.” He extended his hand, and for a moment, it wasn’t threatening. It was almost… curious. Reaching not to strike, but to connect.

Even Elena peeked from behind the gap between the row of people to see the outcome. *Crickets* *Crickets* *Crickets* After a few minutes of silence, except for the chirping of crickets in the background, Tim looked down at himself to see if anything had happened. However, he found nothing out of the ordinary. "Hey, did anything weird happen to you guys?" Tim asked, looking at his gang members. "Nope," the gang answered simultaneously. Oswin narrowed his eyes in confusion. "What happened to my power? Was it...disappear?" He asked himself in a low voice.

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.