Ratchet Transformers Prime 소설 & 이야기

“You think you can stop me with your light? You are the very thing I designed this cage to hold. Every spark you throw at me only serves to charge the lens. You are the fuel for your own destruction.” ​From the shadows of the room, six figures emerged. They were the Raven Guard, but they were no longer human. Their bodies had been grafted into steam-pressurized suits of black iron, their eyes replaced by glowing red lenses. They carried massive hammers that hissed with escaping steam, and their movements were perfectly synchronized, driven by a central clockwork brain. ​“Thorne is fighting your dogs at the gates,” I said, drawing my blade. “And we are going to break your toys right here.”

“I truly must say, I am quite surprised to see that you have betrayed one of your own so easily. Then again, that honestly was a smart move on your part. Why fight when you could join greater, better werewolves and ensure better livelihood?” Ratchet held back a groan that threatened to form in his throat and slowly opened his eyes, not wanting to be found out by his kidnappers so soon of him regaining consciousness. His vision started blurry, but after blinking a few, they soon cleared, and he found himself surrounded by the many Neo Krawler werewolves that ambushed him and his group earlier. Thankfully, none of them seemed to have taken any notice to him, which was his only saving grace he

The vibration traveled up through the stone floor, settling in my jaw. I looked up. A growl built in my throat, a guttural vibration that rattled my own teeth. Rax and his rebels were standing at the tunnel entrance. They had watched it all—the rise of the Phantom Wolf, the collapse, the return. Their skin was pale. Their hands shook so hard their rifles rattled. They looked like men who had seen the face of God and realized He had teeth. Rax walked forward. He moved slowly, his boots scraping against the grating—sharp, dry, too loud in the silence. He lowered his rifle. The barrel touched the ground with a dull metallic snap.

It was a covenant, not a chain. Zenith tilted her head slightly. “So when the Prime awakened… they felt that too.”" Yes. A ripple through the slivers. Recognition. Not threat but recognition." Lucien exhaled slowly. “That changes the equation.” Completely. I could not help but silently agree with Lucien. There would be no sudden coup. No secret rallying. If Ragnar had stirred, It was not to betray. It was because he felt the Prime return through the fragment of flame within him. Zenith looked at me. “Then this isn’t about treachery.” “No,” I said quietly. “It’s about alignment.” Inferno warmed in approval. "Ragnar Frostbane is not reckless. He will not fracture the Haven. He remembers the Fi

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?"

These specific construct were five rhinos that pushed the tanks back enough for Eric catch his breath. “Ying Yang, you good?,” I asked. “Yeah. But we’re gonna need more than a few constructs to keep these creeps bac. Just long enough for the others to get the hybrids out. “Leave it to me,” Rick Primal said. Rick arched his back and summoned the spirit of a elephant, bear and cheetah. He then extended his talons lunging at each of the tanks before slashing them into scrap. As each tank fell from their rouge, Vanity against all stormed out and opened fire.

Warmonger Chassis Type 13 [A] - Primal Machinations “Planetcracker” Omniresonant Greathammer [S] - Primal Machinations “Primdahl” Round Shield [A] - Mechanica Dharma “Retribution” Mass Driver Pistol [A] — Each of them were installed with the hyperionization submodules that Raijin had put together, which helped protect their armor and shields from Imperial disintegrators. And so they easily raised their shields in front of them, and happily shrugged off any incoming fire from the ships they charged towards.

I whispered as something drastic suddenly popped in my head. "So, Rebekah's drugs are Ratchet's?" I asked, while she reluctantly nodded. "I hope you aren't planning on turning them in-" Susan asked as my eyes fell on Ratchet who stormed through the door with some sort of swagger before she snatched a tray from an inmate and i turned back to Susan. "Even better-" I whispered. **** Susan excitedly stored some stash while she ripped apart the rest of the drugs Ratchet had hiden in the book shelf.

The enforcers froze, their movements faltering. "What… what is that?" Lia stammered, pointing at the vat. Riska's device shrieked. "The energy signature… it’s Core Prime! They're not just pursuing us. They're trying to… absorb our creation! They’re trying to weaponize it themselves!" The liquid in the vat began to glow with an unnatural, phosphorescent light, mirroring the corrupted glow of the reservoir. The potent aroma of their mixture was being distorted, twisted, corrupted by Core Prime's overwhelming influence.

My cock hardens instantly and I pin us against the tree. "I messed up, I know. You're right to call me out as a hypocrite. I want you to let go of your hatred for my gender, but I wouldn't even defend you." I shut my eyes as I continue. "You're right, I may be the Prime Alpha, but even I am held back by societal norms. It's kind of a bridge I find hard to burn. I wish I could be as defiant as you are, unwilling and uncaring about what anyone says. But there's just so much that I must hold together."