Smokescreen Prime Transformers Novels & Stories

His hole clenched rhythmically, slick and aching, the child’s kicks sending ripples of alien pleasure through his core with every movement. Damian was strapped to a chair directly opposite, wrists and ankles secured with reinforced cuffs, the matching collar locked around his throat. Fresh marks from Prime’s earlier “session” still bloomed across his chest and back—red welts from the crop, bruises from fists. The real Damian was still in there, fighting, waiting. But the clone’s control was tightening with every passing hour. Prime leaned forward, fingers steepled, a perfect replica of Damian’s calculating expression. “You sabotaged the reactors,” Prime said, voice identical to Damian’s but

The moment of truth. My fingers were inches from the chip when the entire wall of windows behind Jeff exploded inwards. The world dissolved into a shower of screaming glass and roaring wind. A sleek, black aerial drone hovered where the window had been, its weapons systems humming with lethal intent. Standing in the jagged opening, silhouetted against the city lights, was Prime. Her obsidian eyes glinted, and her voice cut through the chaos, cold and absolute. “The emotional compromise is complete,” she stated, her rifle rising again, not toward me, but toward Jeff. “Targeting the architect. Eliminating the corruption at its source.”

“Gate’s durability 49% remaining!” “Trust me, we’ll get it done, dad.” Said the leader. The Commander didn’t answer it for a while. “Throw two WP-Smoke out of the gate, let the smoke screen last for 5 second then open the gate.” Said the Commander. “Yes, Sir.” WP-Smoke throwed and slowly create a smoke screen that disturbing the Fluxters on the ground. “I don’t believe you would say that.” Said another Herrscher. “I don’t want actually.” Said the leader.

The massive transformers in the nearby substation erupted in a series of green and orange fireballs, sending a surge of raw electricity back into the Hub. Inside the chamber, the effect was terrifying. The magnetic rings around the Prism groaned, the metal warping and glowing white-hot. With a sound like a thunderclap, the physical tethers snapped. The massive crystal array dropped six inches, hovering now only on its own residual charge. "It's loose! Get the containment sled!" Selene shouted.

I turn to Noah as I whisper. "We have to move now." He nods his head, although I see the fear in his eyes, I motion for mark to bring out the battering ram, as I pull out a smokescreen, the door is down in seconds, and I throw the smokescreen into the room, putting on my heat sensor goggles so I can see where the heat sources are.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

​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.

"You think this is a victory? You've just stunted the planet's evolution. You’ve condemned yourselves to a slow death in a scorched forest." ​"We've lived in the soot before," I said, standing up as the steam began to clear. My hands were no longer green; they were charred, the metal scars glowing with residual heat. "We’re quite good at it." ​Sarah-Prime didn't wait for a second exchange. A small, translucent drone descended from the clouds, snatching her up before Killian could reload. As she ascended, she looked down at the blackened spire of the Ninth Core.

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 night sky turned orange with fire. I lay there coughing, ears ringing, every inch of my body screaming. Kade was on top of me, still shielding me from the worst of the blast and falling debris. “You okay?” he rasped, his face inches from mine, eyes full of fear and love. I touched his bloody cheek with trembling fingers. “Yeah, you?” Before he could answer, a terrifying shadow rose from the heart of the flames behind us. Unit Prime stepped out of the inferno, one arm completely missing, and half its body was the color of charcoal.