Novel & Cerita Primus Transformers: Prime

"You... you're working with Primus? The company that's been trying to destroy us for months? The ones Jason warned us about?" Charlie let out a short, choked sound, a mix between a laugh and a gasp. "Oops," he muttered, running a hand through his already messy hair. Then, since the secret was out, the last shreds of his pretense fell away, replaced by a cold, defiant justification. "Yes! Yes, I'm working with Primus!" he admitted, his voice regaining strength, fueled now by sheer resentment he had. "And maybe they are our enemy, but they're smart enemies! They see the potential you're squandering! They see that I should be in charge, not you!"

Sybil asked shocked. “Yes, and I realized last night that my wolf will do it regardless of a yes or no.” He’d bitten others, ones that were destined mates. That was rather rare and far between, but as Alpha Prime he now had the power to do so. All the traits of being what he was, of the first blood were active in him now. Just like with that first group so long ago. The moment that his people chose him to lead it made him what he had been meant for. No longer just a dormant prime with latent abilities, but a realized one. One who’s gifts were now true and active. Again it just felt like a lot of weight and yet eased with telling her. Even if she didn’t like the last part.

Wilmot POV That little shit. Neriah dragged Jemisha, Regina, and me through the mud in front of the camera. I can’t get a hold of the producer to ask him not to include that footage. I’m going there first thing on Monday and demanding to speak with him. Jemisha shifted, and she has a weak brown wolf. She is not an Alpha, so that she wouldn’t have a strong wolf. She takes after her mother. Regina’s wolf isn’t strong either.

Then: "We have to. Because if we don't... there won't be a world left for her to inherit." --- Somewhere in the depths of the Echo network, two digital signals collided. One-chaotic, sprawling, aggressive: Echo Prime. The other-elegant, ancient, resilient: Sera. The battle had already begun.

Prime’s hand rested on Alex’s shoulder, fingers tracing the edge of the collar with possessive familiarity. “You look beautiful like this,” Prime murmured, voice a perfect replica of Damian’s but lacking the warmth that had always grounded it. “Heavy with our child. Collared. Claimed. The people see you as a symbol of unity. The one who submitted to power for the greater good.”

A new voice, deeper, colder than any we’d heard before, came up the stairwell. “Primary Alpha target detected. Termination protocol authorized.” Then it stepped into view. One single enhanced wolf. But this one was different. It was taller, looked heavier, and carried a lot of scars on its body like it had survived a hundred battles. But I was pretty sure that those scars were just design protocol. No way this thing had been fighting for that long. Its golden eyes burned almost white. It looked straight at me and smiled with too many teeth. “Hello, Kade. I am Unit Prime. And I was created to kill you.”

And the hooded Prime Lord in the middle moved forward a little to speak to us. “Primes are a rare occurrence, a glitch in the system of time and space, and you boys are the second set of glitches in your reality. That is to say, amongst the trillions of life forms within your reality, you are both extremely unique, and that’s why you are here today.” Wow! Just wow, was all my mind could manage. “And who was in the first set?” I wondered to myself. “Oh! This one’s mind is quite active” said Adi, as I realized it could read it.

I could even face HIM with the power of Ares at my disposal. "Stop right there," Derek ordered me. He shot out a plume of his ice blue flames and the caught me in an ever-shrinking circle. "Drop the transformation. It doesn't matter if you have back up, they'll still be outnumbered." "He's the Prime," I spat. "Your rightful master." Luke shrugged. "Did you forget that we were guardians to Primes? Do you really think that those wolves would accept protection from those lesser than them?"

the other me said, her voice a chillingly perfect copy, stripped of all the fear and static that roughened mine. Before I could form a thought, let alone a word, Jeff was moving. He placed his body between the rifle and me, his hands raised in a placating gesture, but his stance was that of a cornered animal. “Stand down,” he commanded, his voice dropping into a register I’d never heard—a tone of absolute, unassailable authority. “That’s a direct order, Prime.” Prime. The word hung in the air, heavier than the weapon aimed at us. The woman—*Prime*—didn’t lower the rifle. “The asset is compromised, Sir. The risk is unacceptable. Protocol demands—”

"My name is Zora Vane. And this is my home." "Your name is a designation, dear," she said, walking toward me with a "Tyler Perry" motherly condescension. "I am Aethel-Prime. I was the one who planted the mercury-veins in this planet’s crust ten thousand years ago. I’ve been waiting for a version of myself to grow strong enough to hatch the core." Aethel-Prime didn't use a weapon. She pulled a golden "Data-Sphere" from her belt and tossed it into the air.