Sentinel Prime X Airachnid Novels & Stories

James took out a soul sigil, placed it in Xabat’s hand, and said, “Look for the most beautiful woman in a white robe. Take the sigil and go.” Xabat was dumbfounded but obeyed James without hesitation. Taichu was one of the Five Primal Evolutions. Hence, Xabat felt unqualified to even speak to her and was puzzled why James would send her.

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.

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.”

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.

We landed with my back facing the ground full of marbles, shattered bottles, and garbage while she landed in a kneeling position with her blazing eyes still staring at me and her hand on my neck. “Never forget that I AM MIKHA’EL,” She said in a thundering voice that made the whole place shake, and she stood up and spread her wings and flew away in her phoenix form. Like nothing happened. Yes, I am nothing compared to her. HE IS MICHAEL who disguises himself as a teenage girl. WTF?

They weren't like the Frost-Walkers; they were cyborgs integrated with Void-tech, their limbs replaced by shimmering black chrome that hummed with a necrotic frequency. "Kael, Victor—take the Sentiners," I commanded, my voice echoing with the resonance of the Well. "The Doctor and the Mother... they belong to me." "Julian, his tablet controls the containment field!" Victor shouted as he engaged the first Sentinel, his pulse-pistol flaring. "If he drops it too fast, the backlash will vaporize the Tundra!" Kael didn't wait for a strategy. He lunged at two Sentinels at once, a whirlwind of claws and golden eyes. "Just keep the light steady, Julian! I’ll handle the scrap metal!"

"My name is Zora Vane. And this is my home." "Your name is a designation, dear," she said, walking toward me with a "Tyler Perry" motherly condescension. "I am Aethel-Prime. I was the one who planted the mercury-veins in this planet’s crust ten thousand years ago. I’ve been waiting for a version of myself to grow strong enough to hatch the core." Aethel-Prime didn't use a weapon. She pulled a golden "Data-Sphere" from her belt and tossed it into the air.

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?"

Eric said. A female voice appeared fro the communicator . " Hello ! Please state your identity! ” Architect said. " This is Primal calling to the Sanctum. Come in sanctum. Rick said to Architect. " Read you loud and clear Primal! ” Vital said. By the way, Vital is a member of the sanctum that we met last year. His real name is Tyler Woolstick and he’s a hybrid that could see the weakness in anything and could siphon knowledge from anything to learns it’s purpose and origin.

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.