Optimus Prime Transformers Cybertron Novels & Stories

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.

He looked at the Elite, wondering how to make his presence known. While he internally debated, a part of his mind brought up a question he had been thinking about for the last several days. Partials and Techs can normally be spotted by the metal all over their bodies. From armor covering non replaceable vulnerable parts to entire limbs having been replaced. The Partials of Squad Alpha, however, show no signs of Techmorphasis. And while it is possible for their internal organs to have been replaced first, a whole squad is never made out of those who only got their insiders replaced. So his question is ‘what part of them is not human?’.

"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

The Transformers lie in the realm of tomorrow; the very distant tomorrow. Still, Mr. Lapuz was greatly amused by Ecto 2.0, the robo-puppy that Terra had gifted Kate. He was blown away by how lifelike it behaved. Its prick ears gently pulling back, its tail wagging, its four jointed legs much more flexible than his own arthritic two. Ecto 2.0 also had these expressive, big blue anime eyes made of OLED. The same eyes were equipped with depth cameras that allowed it to gauge any terrain and relay the most apt maneuver to its small but powerful legs. Lastly, Ecto 2.0 was equipped with AI and could remember the layout of Kate’s room and the whole house plus the faces of the people constantly arou

frequency into it. ​"You’re just a recording," Leo growled, his eyes burning orange. "And I’m the one who’s deleting the file." ​The silver circuits in Leo’s arm flared white. The feedback traveled into the Prime, causing its skin to pixelate and tear. The "Clean" DNA inside the Prime began to boil, the biological and digital components of the construct fighting each other. With a final, massive surge of energy, Leo threw the Prime into the carrier’s intake manifold.

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.

Weapons integrated directly into its limbs, humming with contained violence. And its face—the face beneath the metallic mask—was horribly, impossibly familiar. "Chen," Marcus breathed. "Security Chief Chen. He was head of Sterling Consolidated's protection division. He disappeared five years ago." The cyborg that had been Chen smiled with lips that were half-metal, half-flesh. "Not disappeared. Upgraded." Its voice was a mechanical buzz, synthesized through speakers where a human throat should be. "The Council showed me the future. And I chose to become part of it."

She knew that whoever was out there probably had it. Aries glanced at the door, and mentally he snapped at the one out there to leave what they had at the door and go. It was obeyed too, he just pushed it in their mind. They immediately responded to his command. He was Alpha Prime after all. None of them were going to be able to fight a real command he gave. “I’m not going anywhere.” Sybil figured she needed to appease him. For whatever reason he was infatuated with her at the moment.

​The voice was entirely devoid of human drag, heavily distorted by cybernetic vocal modulators that converted the speaker's breathing into a rhythmic, mechanical click. ​At the far end of the central catwalk, standing on an elevated observation deck that overlooked the primary geothermal siphon, a solitary figure emerged from the orange fog. ​He wasn't dressed in the pristine uniforms of her uncle's inner guard, nor did he wear the leathers of the wasteland remnants. His lower torso and left arm had been completely replaced by an integrated, pre-war silver chassis that locked his spine directly into the facility's master terminal frame. His face was a mask of polished white ceramic and chrom

of the very history it was sent to destroy. As Chapter 123 closes, the Ares-Prime—now a "Hybrid-of-Void-and-Vessel"—is drifting back toward Earth. The Oort-Vanguard in the distance has "Stopped." They are "Waiting." They are "Reading" the new "Data" that Avery has "Injected" into their system. "Did we 'Win'?" Tommy asked, his hand trembling as he touched the new, "Void-Chitin" walls of the ship.