Ratchet Transformers Age Of Extinction の小説・ストーリー

My breathing was a shallow grinding of metal. Leo clutched my neck, his hot tears wet against my cold gold skin. "Mommy... you saved them. You made the noise stop." "I made... them... a pack, Leo," I murmured, the words staying stuck in my throat. Ryan stared at the tactical slate, his face a mask of absolute failure. "The 'Extinction Protocol' has been paused," Ryan whispered. "But Phoenix... the High Council isn't surrendering. They’ve just identified the final target. They're sending the 'Apostles'—the original shifters who never let go of the moon."

I set up my station on a workbench covered in rusted tools, my fingers finding a new, jagged rhythm on the keys. "I'm not going to hack the Estate," I told him, the "Architect" finally finding the "Correction." "I'm going to hack the infrastructure. I’m going to use the rail yard’s power grid to create a 'Frequency Surge.' If I can blow the transformers in the three-block radius surrounding the estate, the Weaver will lose its eyes. The cameras, the sensors, the biometric locks—they’ll all fail back to 'Manual Override' for sixty seconds." "Sixty seconds," Enzo repeated, a dark smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "In the dark, with my father’s ghosts. That’s more than enough time."

Something that still carries the Church’s coin and the Church’s warrants. He sips his ale slowly, eyes scanning the wall behind the bar where fresh posters have been tacked up. The ink is still damp in places. Raven Winterstar stares back at him from the parchment—child’s face, white hair, sharp blue eyes that seem to follow him even in charcoal and soot. Below the sketch: **NECROMANTRESS. 500 GOLD MARKS. DEAD OR ALIVE.** Garrick sets the tankard down. Wipes foam from his mustache with the back of his hand. He’s seen worse bounties. He’s hunted worse things. But a child who raises the dead… that’s new. That’s interesting.

Vance whispered, his voice shaking as he stood near the core transformer console. His synthetic jaw-ports weren't flickering with their usual steady amber anymore; they were completely dead, dark holes in his skin that looked like old bullet wounds. He didn't have his data-slate, but he didn't need it. Ten feet away, the heavy ceramic cooling tubes lining the master panel—the ones we had just slaved to the frozen constructs of the Zinc Vanguard—suddenly stopped weeping their green grease. The internal copper coils didn't spark; they simply went cold, the gentle violet hum of our open-source distribution grid dying instantly into a terrifying, hollow silence.

The Titan powered down instantly, slumping forward like a puppet with its strings cut. Silence fell over the arena, broken only by the hissing of escaping steam and Valerius's heavy breathing. "We... we did it," Haley gasped, sliding down the wall. "We're alive." I walked over to the fallen Flamethrower Titan. I reached into the shattered chest cavity and pulled out a fragment of the power core. It was etched with serial numbers. And a date: 1892. "Jack," Marcus walked over, limping slightly. "That tech... that's too advanced for the 19th century."

“You were taken from the forest and brought to Doctor Goodman’s pet shop. I can’t let him hurt you. I’m going to try and get you two out of here. I am truly sorry that this happened.” “Who are you?” Were the first words out of her mouth. “They call me Ratchet. I’m a slave.” He pointed to his collar.”Dodger bought me from the slaver market because I have no house mark. Plus I am a mutant.” Cassia looked at him curiously. “Mutant? You look like a wildling to me.” “A wildling? I have never heard that term before.” Ratchet felt the heaviness on his heart lighten up with her words.” You were found in the woods with two other mutants, were they your slaves?”

I can’t do this again and my head yells at me. After the highly stressed dinner with Merigold, I decided to retreat to what Ratchet likes to call my fortress of solitude. It is just the trailer we transport Frankenstein in. Ratchet and I saved forever to get this big rig. Alaric and the crew along with Merigold surprised me on my twentieth birthday and put in the money we were short and helped me buy it. It was used and needed a few repairs as well as a good paint job but overall it was in good shape. We added hooks for some of our tools and bolted our toolboxes to the floor. We fixed the few rust holes that were in the walls and painted inside and out. We even reinforced the floor to make

The second period didn't begin with a whistle. It began with a Refraction. As the five ships of Iteration One drifted into the Galactic Rink, the very light of the Grand Stack seemed to bend away from them. These weren't just "other" versions of Elara’s pack; they were the Extinction Event versions. They were the Feral Six who had chosen to sacrifice their humanity for absolute power, becoming the very monsters they once fought. "They look... wrong," Jax whispered, his silver fur bristling.

The horns were wrapped around a vial with a grey substance inside, and as she picked it up, a tiny note was revealed on the velvet lining. Good fathers never die. They just go first to make sure there's a place to come home to when it's your time. A piece of your Dad will ride with you forever. Aimee understood what the favor was that Ratchet performed for Braxton now. He had kept back some of Wild Bill's ashes so it could be made into a pendant. A pendant for the last in the Carter line. It turned out she had more tears to shed after all.