Smokescreen Prime Transformers Novels & Stories

“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.

The enforcers froze, their movements faltering. "What… what is that?" Lia stammered, pointing at the vat. Riska's device shrieked. "The energy signature… it’s Core Prime! They're not just pursuing us. They're trying to… absorb our creation! They’re trying to weaponize it themselves!" The liquid in the vat began to glow with an unnatural, phosphorescent light, mirroring the corrupted glow of the reservoir. The potent aroma of their mixture was being distorted, twisted, corrupted by Core Prime's overwhelming influence.

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.

Each of the canisters erupted with deep black smoke that spread quickly and practically obfuscated everything. The smoke was so thick that the terrorists without augmented visors could hardly see past their snouts. But even worse, those without helmets or environmental suits couldn’t breathe. Numerous terrorists began to choke and gag from the smoke that surrounded them. Out of sheer panic, they ran in various directions and caused absolute chaos wherever they went. They accidentally knocked around other Fundamentalists, or broke their formations, or interrupted their aim. Of course, the security forces didn’t have any such problems. The combat visors installed in their armored helmets allow

Then three cobalt steel androids emerged from the mist that was swirling like a hurricane. “Hey,” Adrian said, using the light generated by her ruby quartz so we could see where we were. “Who turned on the smoke?” “I did,” a mysterious voice answered. The smoke gathered in one spot. “What’s happening?” Adrian asked. The smog gradually transformed itself into a human body: a skinny, African American teenager with a dragon tattoo on his left arm. “Hope I didn’t hit you guys. Those drones were getting on my nerves,” the fellow said. Adrian said, “Dude, it was unbelievable.”

The smoke-claws didn’t just touch the monitor; they rewrote the physics of the glass, turning the reinforced screen into a liquid portal of necrotic shadow. I felt the intrusion hit my stone ribs before the hand even cleared the frame—a jagged, high-frequency violation that tasted of the Second Prime’s lingering spite.

He turned his eyes sideways to look at the rear-view mirror, then the left-wing and the right-wing once again, and noticed that her nose suddenly perked and when he focused his eyes back on the road, he heard faint sniffs and her voice asked, "Do you smoke?" "Occasionally," he immediately answered as he remembered that he was smoking while on his way home, putting his eyes back on the road and his focus on his driving. "But not occasionally enough to make it a habit. Why? Does the cigarette smoke bother you?" he then defended and asked whilst panic slowly crawled up his leg, thinking that he's about to lose his brownie points though he hasn't earned them yet. He inwardly noted not to smoke i

She has the kind of spine your father lacked. ​Shut up, Damian hissed. ​Julian laughed, a quiet, chilling sound. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black device with a single digital display. He tapped a sequence of numbers and handed it to Damian. The override for the main transformer. You’ll have to input it manually at the sub-station in the basement. Marcus can take me to my prize. ​Damian grabbed the device, his eyes locked on mine for a split second. There was a world of questions in that look, but there was no time to answer them. He turned and sprinted out of the room, his boots echoing down the dark hallway.

His speech was slower and almost uncaring. “And a Prime?” She asked again. “Right now all you need to know is that an Alpha Prime’s existence is what keeps us from being the monsters others fear.” Sybil swallowed. She wanted more information than that, but clearly Daral wasn’t feeling like sharing more. They reached the door of Aries room and Daral slowly blinked. He looked at the door like he wasn’t sure what he was doing here. Sybil reached into her pack and pulled out a dark salt stick and broke it puting it right under his nose. He jerked away from her slightly and his gaze cleared immediately. He blinked and rubbed his nose looking like he was going to sneeze.

"This is what fighting looks like. This is what we'll face. And we need to be ready." I nodded. Understanding. "One more thing," he said. "Tonight. We attempt smoke form." My stomach dropped. "I'm not ready—" "You won't be ready. Not in three days. Not in three months." He moved closer. "Smoke form is the most advanced Chimera transformation. It takes decades to master. You achieved it once, in grief-fueled desperation. You need to achieve it again, by choice." "And if I can't?" "Then we find another way. But we try first." He held out his hand. "Tonight. After dark. We push for smoke form."