Prowler Transformer Novels & Stories

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?"

The bulbous shapes of three plasma launchers adorned the mech's olive-green armour, making it more than a match for the twin shotguns the Prowler possessed. The crystalline form of the Prowler's signal deadener lifted out of the mech's chassis as it swerved through the snow, blowing past the ramps and making its way towards the sunken part of the plateau. Both the Erebus and my Prowler possessed a stealth ability, but the Erebus had more firepower. I could only hope Axion's pilots were less experienced than Martin was. Another flash of light above. Another ally gone.

— Pilot: Tourniquet Role: Advanced Reconnaissance Loadout: Federal Shipyards “Prowler” Light Scout Chassis [B] Myrmidon Technology “Longbow” Modular Rifle Platform [B] Federal Shipyards “Adjudicator” Electromace [B] Federal Shipyards “Eagle Eyes” DeepScan Sensor Suite (SM) [A] — Tourniquet advanced forward cautiously in the Dark Forest, hyper aware of his surroundings. He was, after all, deep in enemy lines. His sensors were on full blast, but in a very narrow cone aimed straight at Xylo.

] Variant name: O-225CM Mist Prowler Base model: Octagon O-225C Original Manufacturer: Globe-Elstar Corporation Weight Classification: Medium-Light Recommended Role: Guerilla Fighter Performance improvement: 14% Overall evaluation: The Mist Prowler is a reimagining of the base model that performs slightly better at a much higher cost. The mech features a redesigned armor scheme that has marginally improved its damage absorption capacity but provides increased mobility in battles of attrition. The added particle ejection system gives the mech an advantage in shorter battles if the pilot is skilled enough to make the best out of the opportunity.

But the hiding man didn’t underestimate the creature. He knew that all of the servants and monsters created by the conduits had abilities that defied common sense. Twilight intently watched the creature, burning the creature’s form into his mind. He then opens the journal and flips to a blank page. He looks at the creature one more time and he starts to draw its outline on the journal. Okay… So that’s new… but judging, by the way, it’s moving… I guess I can call that one a prowler. The prowler looked like a very pale and emaciated human. Its body was grey in color. Its skin stretched all over its body. Like all of the servants of the conduits, the prowler had a part of its body that had a pu

I hissed, reaching for my blade. "Wait," Ronan grabbed my arm. "Look at the machine." A massive, humming device was hooked up to Victor’s neck, pulsing with a sickly green light. It was draining him, shunting his bloodline markers into a waiting vessel—a man standing in the shadows. "Evan Mercer," I whispered. "He’s the subject." "He’s a fool," Ronan said. "He won't survive the transition." "He doesn't care. He just wants the power."