Override Transformers Cybertron Novels & Stories

The ground trembled beneath the weight of their combined strength. Alpha Chul, satisfied with their readiness, initiated the next phase. He telepathically linked with the drivers of the vehicles, commanding them to halt their cars. Responding instantly to his command, the engines fell silent, and the cars came to a sudden stop. With a swift motion, Alpha Chul's mind linked with the warriors who possessed the ability to transform. In a dazzling display of power, those chosen warriors underwent a rapid metamorphosis, their bodies contorting and reshaping until they resembled majestic wolves.

I almost never transform so I have no idea how to fight with it' ##############

She just had to keep swallowing hard. She reached out to her cup of water and drank it at once with shaky hands. "So what are you guys?" "We are known to be just TRANSFORMERS. This means we can take up any form of anything or anyone we wish. We also can create confusion and tamper with one's mind or thoughts without going through the whole spell thing - ours is natural and we are smooth at it." Pan praised their qualities. Jane forced a subtle smile and looked away. It was good they were normal compared to the beast that she had met.

draining his energy, turning his immortal fire into raw wattage. The power output was being calculated on a screen above me in real-time, the math of his suffering displayed in cold, green symbols: $$\Phi_{Source} = \oint \frac{\Psi_{King}}{\Delta_{Grief}} \cdot \sqrt{\text{Interface}_{Elara}}$$ The more I suffered, the more energy they could pull from him. I was the "Transformer," the one who converted his shadow into their light. "Elara? Can you hear me?"

As he began disassembling it and reached the motherboard, Luna, supposed to be off, suddenly grabbed his wrist. Trevor, wide-eyed, watched as the Shiny Egg's limbs stretched, transforming from a 1.2m dwarf to a normal adult height. Luna, with a twist of its mechanical arm, made the worker scream in pain. Trevor, utterly stunned, didn't even notice the water splashed on him. 'What on earth is that? A transformer?' In defense mode, Luna released the worker's hand, turned to Trevor, and moved toward him. Snatching the bottle from Trevor's hand, it crushed it with its mechanical fingers. Just as Luna was about to strike Trevor, he snapped out of it and fled.

His new, metallic body seemed to absorb her blows, his eyes glinting with amusement. Ryder joined the fight, his fists flying as he tried to take down Victor. But Victor was too strong, his new body seemingly indestructible. Maya and Ryder fought on, determined to stop Victor no matter what it took. But Victor seemed to be getting stronger by the minute, his metallic body adapting to their every move. Just when it seemed like all was lost, Maya remembered something. The neural implant that Victor had used to transform his body ,it was still connected to the Omni program.

"Hacker, escort Velia to the medical lab and help her however you can. Ghost, coordinate the defense and buy us time." As his team dispersed to their assigned tasks, Venom began the painful process of forcing his first full transformation since the genetic suppressants had been administered. His body screamed in protest, but gradually his wolf emerged, larger, stronger, and more dangerous than any enhanced soldier Kozlov's people had created. From the small surveillance drone hovering out of their sight, Dr. Elena Kozlov watched what was going on with scientific interest, looking away at intervals to make notes about your defensive capsbilities of the Reapers.

Their Alpha, a massive beast named Titan, stepped forward on hydraulic hind legs that hissed with every movement. "You carry the scent of the organic," Titan rasped: his voice a distorted, metallic growl that lacked any melodic resonance. "But the organic is weak. The 'Clockwork Necrosis' takes the flesh, but the iron endures." Even as he spoke, Titan’s metallic chest plate buckled, and a thick, black fluid—a mixture of oil and infected blood—leaked from a seam in his shoulder. He collapsed: his hydraulic limbs locking up as the mechanical components began to reject the remaining, dying marrow in a systemic meltdown.

He stayed in a grotesque, half-hunched position, his eyes glowing with a red, synthetic light. "A Cyber-Wolf." Thorne’s voice echoed in the sterile chamber. "Enhanced with silver-plated armor. His hide is impenetrable to Alpha fangs. His claws are diamond-tipped. He doesn't feel pain. He doesn't feel fear. He only feels the directive to kill." "You turned him into a machine." Richard stepped into the arena. He began to strip his shirt. His back was a map of scars, a history of every fight he’d ever won.

The other scouts, who had watched Viper’s terrifying transformation with a mixture of fear and awe, now surged forward. Rico, his face pale but determined, stepped up first. “My turn,” he said, his voice barely a whisper, but his eyes were resolute. One by one, they took the serum. Each transformation was a violent snapping of bones and tearing of muscles, a primal scream of a body being violently remade. But each time, just as the pain threatened to overwhelm, Cane’s infused DNA stabilized the process. The blue glow would fade, replaced by the hardening of muscle, the lengthening of bone, the sprouting of dark fur, the flashing of golden eyes.