Prime Megatron Transformers Novels & Stories

[Mecha Form: Starter Form] [Mecha Level: 1] [Weight: 21 Tons] [Type: To Be Selected] [Standard Power Configuration: Super Matrix Engine] [Equipment: None] "The standard power configuration is a super matrix engine?" Victor was a little surprised. He hadn't expected that. The engine was the mecha's power source, and the quality of the engine was very important to the mecha. A super matrix engine could be considered one of the best engines for starter mecha. Even after one or even two evolutions, ordinary mecha might not have this kind of engine.

-One of the villagers said. Nat and Gree quickly went to Gree's and Nat's workshop to search for weapons while Chronos beheld the machine initializing. He noticed the multiple joints moving to show a magnetic supported Antimagic shield and many digital locks opening to release a railgun, homing missile batteries, grenade launchers, two cannon barrels with heavy-armor penetrating ammunition enhanced with magic, magic-based ammunition machine guns, and flamethrowers. The Tyranno-AMHAR: Peacemaker was not a war machine, it was an extermination device.

She simply reached out and touched a Faraday-Cage (a grounded metal enclosure used to block electromagnetic fields) surrounding the central transmitter. The Residual-Data in her mind surged. She wasn't just Elara Vance; she was the Primordial-Warning. She bypassed the human batteries, drawing power from the very air, her own body acting as a Step-Up Transformer (a device that increases voltage through induction). "Kazimir, hold the door!" Elara commanded.

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.

I turned, to find only a face stretched towards mine from the tree beside me; the metallic blue feathers on it bristling in excitement at the sight of me. Mace grinned when I recoiled from her. Her massive body easily dwarfed Trauma’s as it snaked around the tree. It looked like she had liquified all of her bones to wrap herself so effortlessly around it. Her massive beak had splintered more on the sides, to resemble sharp teeth. I could see down into her throat as her beak remained gaping; Mace’s hot breath floating over me. Her talons were now the size of my arm, piercing the tree truck they clung to. The feathers around her arms had sprouted outwards, to form gigantic wings. They were tip

She has the kind of spine your father lacked. ​Shut up, Damian hissed. ​Julian laughed, a quiet, chilling sound. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black device with a single digital display. He tapped a sequence of numbers and handed it to Damian. The override for the main transformer. You’ll have to input it manually at the sub-station in the basement. Marcus can take me to my prize. ​Damian grabbed the device, his eyes locked on mine for a split second. There was a world of questions in that look, but there was no time to answer them. He turned and sprinted out of the room, his boots echoing down the dark hallway.

Still yet, Samson still had a lot of things to worry about. There in Boneridge, where his Industrial Empire who's sole purpose is brandishing mechanical bots. These bots weren't any type of bots but of the SpellTech type, who's engine is cladded with heavy thick alloid. Powerful generator and super ultra current tapped directly from.space. There were times these Machines or their system generator needs a super intelligent brains to handle the programming, elocation, techniques and most importantly, intelligence. And Samson would have to go.

His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame. “I would like to introduce you to 2Pac GX7. He’s a prototype designed to look like the real 2Pac. He has an infinite neural net processor inside his head that helps him learn new things.” Irena tried to introduce 2Pac to Amy, who felt fascinated and creeped out by Irena’s cybernetic soldier. Amy wanted to get her child out of 2Pac’s arms. Somehow, she could feel the technological heat radiating from the metal man’s body. “Mommy!” Omar stretched his little hand out toward his mother.

"Max..." Max squirmed, his hands gripping Pascha's shirt tightly. "Wait! I want to tell you about Bumblebee again!" Pascha patted Max's back gently, trying to calm him down. "Maximus, you can tell me again tomorrow. Now you have to sleep." Max frowned, then shook his head hard. "No! I still want to talk! Daddy, Mommy, you have to hear my theory about Megatron possibly turning into a dragon, too!" I opened my mouth to argue, but Pascha lowered his head first, pressing his lips to Max's temple..

'Alpha Maximus,' Micah says, graciously bowing his head. 'Micah, we were just talking about you,' Alpha Maximus says. 'Oh really? Good things, I hope?' He says and smiles at me endearingly. I blush, 'Come on, Dad, move out of the way so Micah can come inside. You take up the whole doorframe, you know?' 'I'm a Lycan. I can't help being this big,' he shrugs, steps away from the door, and returns to the dining table.