Ratchet Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

The Geography of the Ransom Ethan didn't respond with words. He looked at the "Primary Screen" floating in the center of the room. It showed the "Sub-Surface" hangar, where Thomas was strapped into a "Zero-Point" extraction chair. Two "Recovery Scouts" stood over him, their "Kinetic" rifles leveled at the boy’s "Neural-Nodes."

​The transformation of the Directorate-Prime was not a quiet affair. It sounded like a mountain range being ground into powder and then reshaped by a celestial potter. The chrome plating, which had stood for fifty years as a symbol of "Impenetrable Wealth," was being systematically stripped away by the "Black Bloom" vines, revealing the "Void-Bark" skeleton that Kaelen had triggered. ​Kaelen stood on the central command-dais, his hands buried deep in the new, organic console. Beside him, Julian Sallow watched with a mixture of terror and fascination as his family’s legacy was literally digested by the green.

I get in and grab everything as quickly as I can so I can get over to Speed’s place. When I pull into the driveway the first thing I see is the huge tractor-trailer parked alongside the house. So I know they are here. Good. I park and hop out. I open the back door to grab the groceries when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I almost jumped out of my skin. I turn and see Ratchet standing behind me. Before I can ask he signs “ I saw you pull in.” I signed back the best I can. Poor Ratchet has to help me sometimes or watch my hand signals when I can do the word I need. “ Let me grab the bags. Then I will get dinner started.” Ratchet reaches in to help me. I only had three bags but he grabbed the two

She has the kind of spine your father lacked. ​Shut up, Damian hissed. ​Julian laughed, a quiet, chilling sound. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black device with a single digital display. He tapped a sequence of numbers and handed it to Damian. The override for the main transformer. You’ll have to input it manually at the sub-station in the basement. Marcus can take me to my prize. ​Damian grabbed the device, his eyes locked on mine for a split second. There was a world of questions in that look, but there was no time to answer them. He turned and sprinted out of the room, his boots echoing down the dark hallway.

“We have a problem. The system is responding only to Prime Access. Lucius knew this. I knew this. Alexander built it so that only his bloodline could fully activate the higher functions, the distribution networks, the true power output.” Vincent’s expression shifted from triumph to irritation. “Meaning?” “Meaning,” Arthur said slowly, “I can run the basic systems. I can monitor the energy generation. But to control it. To weaponize it as Lucius planned. To turn this from a power plant into a global threat… we need Raven.” The name hit me like a physical blow. Vincent sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Of course. The key again. She really is the center of everything, isn’t she?”

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 debt will be paid in full tonight, starting with you, Kade Thorn.” Unit Prime froze, staring at the Forsaken. “New threat detected. Priority shift.” Prime turned away from me and did something that I didn't expect it to do. It charged at the Forsaken instead. Chaos filled the place as cursed ancient wolves and enhanced soldiers turned on each other in the middle of the crumbling facility. Sable grabbed my arm. “This is our chance! The core! Now!” I shifted back, grabbed Liora, and we ran for the sealed door while Prime and the Forsaken tore into each other like monsters from different hells.

He snatches his phone and quickly types “ And if he hurts you Tank and I will kick his ass.” I have to laugh at that. “ Thank you, Ratchet. I’m scared but I will try. I need to talk to him.” I said. He types “ I got you girl.” Ratchet holds his arms out to me. I have no problem going in them. Like Merigold, and Speed, Ratchet is a hugger. I pull back to see Goof standing there. He smiles at me and signs to Ratchet. “ You trying to steal my girl, brother?” Goof asks. We all laugh because we know that is the farthest thing from the possible. Ratchet is a great married guy to a man. I am not even in his orbit. Ratchet signs and Goof translate for me “ No, brother, just watching out for my sist

He ripped the metal door off its hinges with a raw, desperate grunt, his bleeding fingers gripping the heavy master lever. "Arga," Randy spoke into the analog transceiver clutched to his collar. "The drone hub for Sector 18 is about to go dark." "Do it, Randy!" He threw his entire body weight onto the lever, pulling it down into the 'OFF' position. A deafening pop rang out as the massive transformers behind the wall blew their fuses, casting the entire sector into a dead, absolute darkness, illuminated only by the faint, waning starlight bleeding through the high-altitude windows.

This was a station of the Rust Network—a secretive, underground grid established by the watchmaker guilds of the previous century to keep communication lines open when reality itself fractured. "They've sealed the primary surface routes into the capital," Marcus groaned, his breath rattling as he clutched his broken ribs. The chase through the babool gauntlet had taken a massive toll on his physical strength. "If the Vanguard has already occupied the outer perimeter checkpoints, we won’t even make it past the Delhi border. Their chronal sensors will fry our internal clockworks before we can step onto the pavement." Ethan stood near the entrance, his long trench coat dripping with condensatio