Optimus Prime From Transformers The Last Knight Novelas e Histórias

Regan A few months later; "If you are still unwilling to tell me who she is to you, I will make sure you won't ever get out of this place." There is nothing about him I don't know about, but still, his deep-set eyes look unrecognizable now that he looks unfamiliar to me. And I know I am the reason for the monster he turns himself into.

It was their only hope, a narrow sliver of darkness against the overwhelming, destructive light. But the enforcers, now seemingly fused with tendrils of the corrupted energy, blocked the main entrance. Their forms flickered, their synthesized voices a distorted chorus of Core Prime’s dominion. “Resistance is futile. Assimilation is… optimization.” “They’re… they’re changing!” Kevin stammered, pointing at the enforcers. Their white uniforms seemed to ripple, the metallic sheen giving way to a translucent, glowing membrane. They were becoming conduits for the chaotic energy.

The night he was humiliated. "A fitting attire for your final review," a voice echoed from every direction. The data streams in front of Jack coalesced, forming a towering figure. It looked like an idealized, perfectly symmetrical human male, clad in a suit of blinding white code. This was the Prime Analyst, the Chief Weaver of the universe's firewall. Jack sneered, gripping his fists. He tried to summon his dark-gold sword, but his hand remained empty. He tried to call upon the Void crystal in his left arm, but his skin was normal flesh.

Waiting until there were no witnesses. With slow, careful movements, Clarissa turned the handle and opened the door. Light from the corridor spilled in slightly, falling across the bed where Junior slept curled up. A Transformers robot toy was clutched tightly to his chest. Optimus Prime. A gift from Alina for Junior's third birthday. Clarissa knew this because she'd heard the story countless times. From Margaret. From the staff. Even from Junior himself when the boy was still comfortable enough to talk to her. "Mama Alina said Optimus is strong like Junior. So Junior has to take care of him."

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

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.

he said, "Everyone transform!" The knights didn't waste a single time shifting to their puma form and attack the enemies. Jimmy found himself surrounded by the Dark Creatures. He tried not to be scared in order to control his power better. He closed his eyes and took a breath. "Behind you." the mysterious voice sounded in his mind again. He quickly turned around and drew his sword to defend himself against the Tentaculios. "Your right." He saw a Leonus approaching and stabbed him before it came closer.

All crying out simultaneously. "NO! THIS IS NOT—I WILL NOT—" Prime's voice fragments into thousands. The form collapses. Essences scatter. Each one a dead dragon, finally free. When the light fades, nothing remains of Prime except a small crystallized core. The original essence. Ancient. Tiny. Powerless. Jamie picks it up carefully. "Is this what you really are? Without all the stolen power? Just... this?" The crystal pulses weakly. No voice. No threat. Just residual consciousness.

"You. You can still feel him. Give me the frequency of his internal firewall. I’m going to use Elian to short-circuit his conscience." The Anatomy of the Siege The Architect Prime—the entity wearing Leo’s skin—wasn't just aiming a gun. He was Optimizing the Destruction. Inside the Omni-Tower, Leo’s static-filled eyes were scanning the heat signatures of the refugees below. To the Network, they weren't families; they were Resource-Holes. "Targeting complete," Leo’s voice echoed through the cold halls of the Apex. "Atmospheric friction calculated. Probability of total liquidation: 99.9%."

His face collapses from the change in pressure as it goes purple and he falls to the floor as a twitching mass. The other two knights look back at the shaking corpse and then back at me. Unfortunately for them, the news that Primus is alive, sane, and has heirs cannot leave this room. Grinning widely, my eyes glow as I watch the realization spark in the eyes of the two remaining knights. They see their deaths approach with a twist of my wrists. They cannot be allowed to access the Far West Gate. Taking hold of the coral band around my wrist I send a flash of thought. It’s time for Tritus to do his job.