Sentinel Prime Fanart Novels & Stories

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

She grabbed the handle of the digital blade and pulled it toward her own chest, offering her own heart to the machine. The void shattered. The white light imploded into a thousand shards of glass. Ava gasped, her lungs burning with the return of the Arctic air. She wasn't in a boardroom. She was in a high-tech laboratory, the smell of ozone and chemicals filling the air. Caleb was standing right in front of her. He wasn't in a glass chair. He was clutching her shoulders, his face wet with tears. "Ava... you came back," he choked out. “Trial Complete,” the Sentinel’s original mechanical voice echoed. “The Heart is weighted. The Miller greed has been purged. Sector Prime is unlocked.”

—the memory of the First World’s destruction—was being targeted by a massive Eraser-Behemoth. "You hated me," the Prime’s voice echoed in her head. "And you were right to. I gave you order when you needed chaos. I gave you a cage when you needed a world. But I also gave you... Resistance. Without me, you would never have become the Feral Six." The Prime-Packet ignited. It wasn't a puck; it was a Sphere of Pure Truth. Elara struck it. She didn't shoot for a goal. She shot the packet directly into the heart of the Architect-Prime.

She looked small, a scrap of a girl in a stained medic’s jacket, standing amidst the ruins of the most advanced security system in Eldergloom. "The girl speaks of souls while her hands are covered in the grease of a sewer," the Sentinel replied, his voice a mechanical drone that lacked any human cadence. He stood seven feet tall, his armor a polished, seamless silver that reflected the swirling sapphire twilight above. He stepped over the smoldering remains of his comrade, his heavy boots making a hollow, terrifying sound on the polished stone. "You have opened a door that only leads to your grave. Did you think a hammer could stop the Queen’s design?"

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

Resting his head on the top of my own, we waited until Tenny seemed to find what he was looking for. "Ah, yes." He pointed to a page that was decorated in gold and silver - actual flakes of the elements if I wasn't mistaken. "This figure is the Prime." The figure was neither male or female by external markers. Haloed in colors from concentric circles of palest to darkest, the Prime stood on what looked to be a bed of snakes. Each snake was eating the tail of the snake closest to it. Each snake was a slightly different color as well. Dozens of lines ran from Prime to the snakes. From Prime's hands, body, face, feet. Everywhere. Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll.

Rhea saw one labeled Moon-Pool: Biological Heritage and felt a surge of protective rage that she immediately suppressed. ​"Calculated movement," she reminded herself, her daggers held in a neutral grip. ​They were met in the central atrium by a squad of "Sentinel-Primes." These weren't the spindly janitors from the perimeter. These were heavy, quadrupedal machines armored in the same black glass as the tower, their movements fluid and predatory.

"Para sa mga Guardians na hindi tinatablan ng bala." ​Paglabas nina Xander at Liam, agad silang hinarap ng arkitektura ng barko. Ang mga pader ay hindi patag; sila ay dahan-dahang gumagalaw, humihinga na parang isang buhay na nilalang. Sa gitna ng pasilyo, lumitaw ang unang depensa: ang mga Precursor Sentinels. ​Ang mga Sentinels ay walang mukha, purong asul na liwanag lamang ang makikita sa kanilang mga dibdib. Sa isang iglap, nagpakawala sila ng mga Hard-Light Disks.

He looked at Sereia. She stood perfectly still, her eyes rolled back into her head, her skin glowing with a terrifying, oscillating light that shifted from emerald to gold. She was a System under Stress, her human heart beating with a frantic, irregular rhythm that he could hear even through the hum of the siphons. A group of System Sentinels—smaller, faster versions of the ones from the Sub-Directory—began to materialize from the hangar walls. They didn't have obsidian face-plates; they were made of pure, translucent glass, their hands shaped into jagged blades.