Sentinel Prime Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

In the center of the giant creature’s chest was a large glass tube containing a human brain preserved in glowing blue fluid. Main Optimization Unit, Core Prime Sentinel, a cold, heavy voice echoed throughout the snowy hills, causing the ground they stood on to begin cracking. Sterilization protocol failed. Initiating manual physical deletion. One of the Sentinel’s giant mechanical arms lifted, aiming directly at Bima’s head with impossible speed. Bima stared down the barrel of the massive weapon at the end of the limb, realizing that the real battle had only just begun at the gate of their final hope.

Then: "We have to. Because if we don't... there won't be a world left for her to inherit." --- Somewhere in the depths of the Echo network, two digital signals collided. One-chaotic, sprawling, aggressive: Echo Prime. The other-elegant, ancient, resilient: Sera. The battle had already begun.

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

The sentinel's visor gleamed red and sent a laser beam his way, the light caught him unawares, hitting him in the chest and sent him spiralling out of the air onto the second sentinel's waiting arms who in turn slammed him against the chamber floor with a bone wreaking sound. Obiora was stunned yet he strained to get out from the robot's ironclasp grip as it introduce his face repeatedly to the floor but he barely bulged, that was when he realised that he was in trouble. These aren't just ordinary hunks of metals, they were the advanced A.I driven combat bots Shetimma warned them about, in his short existence, he had yet to meet something as strong as he was and now he was been held like an

Lila's pov Damon placed a black mask over his face. “Let’s see how long your dear Hyperion can last.” The moment he finished speaking, the ceiling above exploded as the prime order burst through, descending into the chamber. Hyperion, glowing with solar energy, was at the forefront, his eyes blazing with intensity. Behind him, Electra’s hands crackled with electricity, Sentinel stood mid-air, his telekinetic powers at the ready, and Tempest rode in on a gust of wind.

While most modern mechs were built to be bipedal for increased speed, the Sentinel was a far older quadrupedal design. Resembling more of a turret than a mech, the Sentinel was built like an insect. Orange armour covered every surface, inscribed with kanji. With an armoured, tank-like cockpit and four segmented legs, the Sentinel could ascend a near-vertical slope and plant itself there, raising two massive armoured shields and standing bastion over the enemy. The mech's unique four-legged design required less input from an IRON chip to balance itself, allowing it to reserve more power for its weaponry and movement. I had no doubts that we could easily climb down the crater in one.

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.

—automated husks of armor fueled by residual mana—were still programmed for one task: termination. Four Sentinels, towering seven-foot constructs of blackened steel, detached themselves from the walls. They didn't breathe, and they didn't hesitate. The first swung a massive flail that pulverized the stone where Victor’s head had been a millisecond prior. Victor slid between the construct’s legs, his movement a fluid, desperate grace born of a hundred and eighty chapters of survival. He didn't aim for the chest plate. He aimed for the "Joint-Core," the glowing blue crystal at the back of the knee.

A new voice, deeper, colder than any we’d heard before, came up the stairwell. “Primary Alpha target detected. Termination protocol authorized.” Then it stepped into view. One single enhanced wolf. But this one was different. It was taller, looked heavier, and carried a lot of scars on its body like it had survived a hundred battles. But I was pretty sure that those scars were just design protocol. No way this thing had been fighting for that long. Its golden eyes burned almost white. It looked straight at me and smiled with too many teeth. “Hello, Kade. I am Unit Prime. And I was created to kill you.”

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?"