Ratchet Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

he shrieked. A massive, ten-ton steel piston shot toward my chest, but I didn't dodge. I met it front-line. I slammed both claws into the solid steel, my overclocked kinetic aura detonating on impact. The primordial metal violently buckled, tearing apart under my white-hot grip as I forced my way through the machine's internal chassis. I reached the primary crankshaft—the exact coordinates Sereia had mapped into my brain. "Format... THIS!" I roared, a demonic sound that split the sky.

The name flickering on Rhys’s tablet acted like a cold spike driven into the warm heart of the Founders' Day celebrations. Architect-Prime. To the Feral Six, the name was synonymous with the ultimate cage, the mind that had designed the Stacks to be a perpetual-motion machine of human stagnation.

"We have to catch him before he reaches the Rift." The Rift was the center of the Dead Zone. It was the tear in reality where the Primevals had crawled out. We crested a hill of ash. There he was. Victor stood at the edge of a massive canyon. The Rift glowed with a sickly green light at the bottom. Hundreds of Primevals were gathered there. They were trying to retreat back into the earth. Victor stood on the cliff edge. He looked down at them like a god judging insects. He raised his hands.

“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?”

"The Fourth Prime... he’s in the basement. Under the servers. He’s... he’s the ticking." Tick. Tick. Tick. A low-frequency vibration began to shake the tower. Not a tectonic groan, but a mechanical countdown. [SOURCE IDENTIFIED: THE CHRONOS PRIME] [STATUS: AWAKENED] [DIRECTIVE: ERASE THE FUTURE] The Fourth Prime wasn't a predator of flesh. It was a predator of consequence. "Kael!" I roared at the speakers. "Seal the basement!" “The... seal... is... broken... Aria...” Kael’s ghost-voice erupted, a desperate scream of structural failure. “The... 14-B... contract... was... the... timer... and... the... clock... just... hit... zero...”

Sitting on a throne made of welded server racks was Torque. Torque was the lieutenant of the Ironheads. He was a nightmare of transhumanism gone wrong. His left arm had been replaced entirely by a heavy-duty hydraulic claw used for crushing cars. His right eye was a telescopic lens grafted directly into his skull. His skin was grey, pockmarked with chemical burns. "You the mechanics?" Torque asked. His voice was synthesized, buzzing through a speaker box embedded in his throat. "She is," Ren said, nudging Kara forward.

Then Riftan shifted. He became his Alpha self, ivory fur gleaming with the moon's blessing. It was the same form he once used against Leurel. The sight shook me, even now. His howl echoed through the air, commanding obedience. One by one, the remaining men followed him into the storm. __________________________ ZEN RIFTAN Ambersnook was in chaos. Bodies fell like dominoes. Hector's wolves collapsed one after another until only three were left standing. Behind them stood Hector, breath ragged and blood dripping from his flank.

It was a personal vendetta. With a final, precise movement, he disabled the last puppet and stormed towards the pulsating energy node. His Fangs cleared a path, their faces a mixture of awe and grim determination. They had just witnessed their Alpha fight with a level of restraint and precision that was more terrifying than any display of brute force. Jack didn’t bother with the delicate charges. He ripped a panel off the main transformer, ignoring the shower of sparks. He found the central conduit, a cable as thick as his arm, and with a raw, guttural roar, he tore it from its housing.

"You're joking right? When did you shift for the first time?" "I was seven." He said "That's a little young, don't you think?" "I'm an Alpha. We're supposed to learn to shift early." I shrugged. "Well, I'm not an Alpha. I've never had a reason to shift. Adam was clearly very distraught. "What if something happened? You would have no way to defend yourself. You need to learn how to shift and strengthen your wolf. We're doing that first thing tomorrow." "I don't know how!" I protested.