Ratchet X Optimus Novels & Stories

Alex watched as Rachel sat down before the system, he knew she was nervous but didn't show it, she was only trying to prove herself to be useful, he could only smile bitterly at her silly actions, in his heart he would always love her whether she was useful or useless regardless of what anyone would say, all he hoped was that they would be able to race against time as he had been expecting the arrival of Richard and his men. He sighed as he walked slowly towards Rachel, by the time he got to her side, the system had already switched on, Rachel looked at the system in front of her, breathing deeply, this was either do or die, it was either she did this and they escape or she should give in to

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

“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.”

“You and Xavier should stop worrying about nothing. It wouldn't exactly do you good.” “Why are you so adamant with this guy,” Elora was relentless. “Betas have to be vetted before they get to interact with other betas. But this one has already dealt with your best men and—” “Oooh!” I screamed as Zack broke Ragnar’s stick. He swung, but Ragnar maneuvered him, grabbing his stick and using it on his leg and it broke. Zack fell to one knee and as Ragnar rushed towards him, Zack sent an uppercut that sent him sailing a few feet, landing on his back.

Their Alpha, a massive beast named Titan, stepped forward on hydraulic hind legs that hissed with every movement. "You carry the scent of the organic," Titan rasped: his voice a distorted, metallic growl that lacked any melodic resonance. "But the organic is weak. The 'Clockwork Necrosis' takes the flesh, but the iron endures." Even as he spoke, Titan’s metallic chest plate buckled, and a thick, black fluid—a mixture of oil and infected blood—leaked from a seam in his shoulder. He collapsed: his hydraulic limbs locking up as the mechanical components began to reject the remaining, dying marrow in a systemic meltdown.

"I hear them. Not engines. Feet. Heavy feet." Julian glanced at the rearview. Through the swirling snow and the exhaust, he saw them. They emerged from the treeline in a staggered, predatory line. They were the Rust-Walkers—the Shattered Crown’s answer to infantry. These weren't soldiers; they were "Integrated Scavengers." Most were former Continuity security guards who had been "Optimized" by the Iron Mind’s crude logic. Their limbs were encased in hydraulic exoskeletons made of pitted iron and rebar, and their eyes were replaced by flickering red sensors that mimicked the satellite’s glare.

"We’re not staying for the reunion!" The first of the husks lunged, and the war for the abyss began. The bay of the harvester transformed into a slaughterhouse of flickering orange light and spray-painted shadows. The "Optimized" the husks of Alexander’s former colleagues and rivals didn't move with the clumsy gait of the dead. They moved with the terrifying, jerky precision of overclocked hardware. Their joints snapped into place with sickening clicks, their nervous systems bypassed by the orange filaments of Silas Vance’s "Cold-Core" logic.

The room was a symphony of growls and the echo of impacts, a frenzied dance of violence. Xavier's voice trembled, the weight of his decision engraved on his face. "I made the most difficult decision just to get the deal done in my favor, and you had no choice but to watch Raven succumb to the darkness that stalked him. Rigurlic Thyme is a curse, yet it is the only thing that keeps him alive." Grandpa Falkor struck a deadly punch to Xavier's midsection in a final act of defiance, sending him flying to the floor. The Alpha lay there, panting for air and unable to get to his feet.

"It was Jake. He made it possible for Rachael to get, to her current position and now, I am very sure that he's only a whisker away from being declared the next Alpha of the Crimson Pack." "That can't be. That can never happen." I objected standing up abruptly. "I'll never let him steal what rightfully belongs to me. It's my birthright and I must have it." "I'll tell you this for free, as your friend, Justin." Xavier started.... "Things aren't looking great for you at all. Whatever it is that you have to do to get Rachael on your side, you must get to it immediately before it's too late." He was right and the goodness is, I know what Rachel wants for me. If that is what it takes, then so be

"Exactly," Raven said, pulling a specialized wrench from his belt. "It’s a resonance issue. It’s not dangerous yet, but if you leave it, the system will eventually over-correct and shut the whole line down. That’s what happened two days ago. The machines are trying too hard to be perfect. Sometimes, you have to loosen the bolts just a fraction to give them room to breathe."