Optimus Prime Transformers: Robots In Disguise の小説・ストーリー

The overweight security guard looked at Luna as if she were a disgusting piece of filth. Luna stopped for a few minutes and glanced at James. She did not expect that all the workers in her house, who had always respected her, would now look at her with contempt, not a shred of respect left for Luna. She had to accept the painful reality that all of this had happened because of a problem that she herself did not understand. "Watch your mouth, James," said another guard standing not far from James. James just sighed wearily in response to his colleague's rebuke.

The enforcers froze, their movements faltering. "What… what is that?" Lia stammered, pointing at the vat. Riska's device shrieked. "The energy signature… it’s Core Prime! They're not just pursuing us. They're trying to… absorb our creation! They’re trying to weaponize it themselves!" The liquid in the vat began to glow with an unnatural, phosphorescent light, mirroring the corrupted glow of the reservoir. The potent aroma of their mixture was being distorted, twisted, corrupted by Core Prime's overwhelming influence.

“Roasty, You have to keep a watch on, screen number five. You should be able to see me at all times. In case you see me in danger deploy Squadron Spice ( A team of robots that have varying capabilities just like spices) to rescue me. Is that clear.” “Copied Arnold!” Arnold had programmed Roasty to call him by name because he considered him to be an accomplice rather than a servant. He pressed a button on the wall and it slid open into a large showroom. There were a plethora of vehicles that could be used for transportation. He wondered what he should choose. Maybe the Warnosile that was loaded with weapons and missiles. No, it would attract too much attention. The Speedocycle could fly in th

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the

And when one of them spoke, his voice was robotic. "Specimen secured," he said. They were not human. They were genetically modified creatures. What the hell was Andrei planning?!

“Never.” Liora’s voice cut through the pain. “Kade! The self-destruct sequence! There’s a manual override!” Before I could reach for it, Prime spun me around and pinned me against the glass of a gestation tank. A half-formed enhanced wolf floated inside, inches from my face. “Watch,” Prime whispered. “This is what you will become.” Then the entire facility shook like something was about to pull it off its foundations. And it wasn't coming from us but from something outside.

Security bots, relics of his father’s paranoia, programmed to protect Vault Zero at any cost. Justina gripped his hand tighter. “Carson… we can’t fight all of them.” “We don’t have to.” His eyes flared with determination. “We outsmart them. Just like we’ve outsmarted everything else.” Carson moved with lethal precision, guiding Justina through a maze of shadows and hidden switches. Panels slid aside, corridors opened, and paths shifted. The bots followed, but every move they made was anticipated. The chamber itself became an ally, responding to Carson’s knowledge of its secret systems.

Cho says, "None of you are. I want the last thing for the five of you to see are my machines as they take over everything!" Once she said that the scrap metal robots all get up and show us their sharp steel teeth. They then run toward us, jumping once they're close enough and attacking.

Aris, the scientist who’d made Maya’s family suffer for years. “The Librarian dreamed too small,” Aris said, his words echoing off the crystal. “She wanted a shield. The Board wants a sword.” He lifted a silver remote. All around, the blue statues began to crack. Pieces of that icy shell dropped off, and black, liquid metal oozed out from inside. “They’re not people anymore, Maya,” Aris laughed. “They’re the new models. Optimized, improved. No hearts. Just objectives.” The statues shattered. Soldiers stepped out—black steel bodies, gold eyes burning. They moved faster and hit harder than anything Maya had seen.

He frisked me took my mobile phone and turned it in all directions as if searching for something. “It's quite an expensive phone. This will be mine from now on.'' I just nodded. I had no choice but to obey him. If I dare to protest, he can easily crush me. He had a heavy build and was very tall. He reminded me of one of those bodybuilders that we see in WWF. Roughly he dragged me with himself. He was roughly dragging me inside the mansion. If I say that the outer structure was beautiful then the inside was out of the world. Beautiful paintings adorned the ceilings and the walls. Large chandeliers hung from the ceilings. Before I could appreciate the beauty of the room, I saw someone coming o