Optimus Prime Transformers Cybertron Novels & Stories

​ANG MGA CYBER-HOUNDS NI VANE ​Sa itaas nila, narinig ang nakakangilong huni ng mga makina. Mula sa isang stealth dropship, nag-deploy si Dr. Aris Vane ng kanyang mga bagong alagang hayop: ang Cyber-Hounds. Ang mga ito ay mga lobong binuo mula sa synthetic muscle at Precursor steel, na may kakayahang amuyin ang Hohenberg DNA mula sa layong limang kilometro.

Agnes’s breath caught in her throat. Victor bore almost no resemblance to the boy she had grown up with at the Vance Gym. His skeletal frame had been brutally expanded, reinforced with jagged dark silver cybernetics that jutted out from his spine, shoulders, and chest. His eyes were entirely black, glowing with a cold, mechanical crimson HUD. The dark silver serum coursing through his visible veins bubbled furiously, generating a localized bio-magnetic vacuum that made the air around him ripple with dark, negative electricity.

Liam rolled his eyes at him, "The material clearly suggests it's going to transform into Optimus Prime!" Diana sighed internally, ignoring their silliness. After swiftly putting everything together, she pressed a button. A beam of light projected onto the wall, forming a small screen. It displayed a series of unintelligible code. "Wow!" Caleb exclaimed in amazement, "Is this a scene from a Hollywood blockbuster? So cool, right, bro?" "...Making a fuss over nothing!" Liam closed his mouth, which had slightly fallen open in surprise. His admiration for Diana grew a notch stronger.

—the memory of the First World’s destruction—was being targeted by a massive Eraser-Behemoth. "You hated me," the Prime’s voice echoed in her head. "And you were right to. I gave you order when you needed chaos. I gave you a cage when you needed a world. But I also gave you... Resistance. Without me, you would never have become the Feral Six." The Prime-Packet ignited. It wasn't a puck; it was a Sphere of Pure Truth. Elara struck it. She didn't shoot for a goal. She shot the packet directly into the heart of the Architect-Prime.

"But its power core was tied to the Founder's neural-sync. When I formatted his brain, I bricked the engine. It has no juice." "But the Prime Forge does," Dax pointed out, gesturing to the massive, sheared-off half of the Founder war machine still smoking on the edge of the plaza. "Its sub-basement reactor didn't get cut by the Phase-Blade. It's idling." I looked at Leo and the Code-Born kids huddled behind the reception desk. They were exhausted, their sapphire veins dimming, but they were listening to every word. "I can't physically move a Prime Forge reactor," I said. "And we don't have heavy cables long enough to string between them."

Vance whispered, his voice shaking as he stood near the core transformer console. His synthetic jaw-ports weren't flickering with their usual steady amber anymore; they were completely dead, dark holes in his skin that looked like old bullet wounds. He didn't have his data-slate, but he didn't need it. Ten feet away, the heavy ceramic cooling tubes lining the master panel—the ones we had just slaved to the frozen constructs of the Zinc Vanguard—suddenly stopped weeping their green grease. The internal copper coils didn't spark; they simply went cold, the gentle violet hum of our open-source distribution grid dying instantly into a terrifying, hollow silence.

I clamped my jaws around its shoulder and bit down with everything I had. Prime roared in actual pain this time. “Emotional attachment equals weakness!” Sable limped into the chamber, blood running down her face. “Kade! The core server is behind that sealed door! We destroy it and the whole army loses cohesion!” Unit Prime threw me off and stood tall, chest heaving. “You will not succeed. I was born for this moment.” Then it went at Sable. “No!” I intercepted, slamming into its side. We rolled across the wet floor, smashing through more tanks.

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.

Suddenly, the entire passage began to shake, and the dust and stones continued to fall on top of their heads. “He blew himself up,” Tyr said in a low voice. Then, he took Olympias’ hand and quickly ran toward the other end of the passage. Slaine was a Transformation warrior. At the moment of crisis, he chose to explode himself to buy Olympias and Tyr more time to escape. The power a Transformation warrior could exude was absolutely terrifying when he overloaded his energy core with the intention to self-destruct. The entire passage collapsed in an instant. Tyr and Olympias used all their strength to dash toward the other end of the passage as quickly as possible.

sequences of the seven spirits he had absorbed in Lagos. He didn't pull on the chains. He rewrote their atomic structure. The high-grade titanium shackles turned into brittle salt in a heartbeat. He stood up, the black liquid dripping from his skin, his eyes twin voids of absolute darkness. "You're... impossible," Caspian-Prime stammered, backing away toward the command console. "Update 00 was a stable build. You’re... you’re a corruption. You’re a system error!" "I'm not an error," Caspian-00 said, his voice echoing from every speaker in the room simultaneously. "I'm the Patch."