Romans & histoires Thundercracker Transformers Prime

I was able to find them in Vicegrip and left him out while the energy grid helps Ying yang get out of the Dark Cloud. "Wait !" I said. "Where’s Primal and Warzone? I don’t see him anywhere!" Then in the middle of the dark cloud, we saw a tornado begin to form within it. It kept spinning rapidly be clockwise until the cloud itself dissipated and we could see Primal and Warzone. Apparently, Prime had summoned the speed of a cheetah to run in the middle of the crowd so he could form a tornado to erase it. As soon as the dust cleared, our attackers were nowhere to be found. All that was left was the wreckage of the facility and one of the two that they were after carrying a hybrid.

As if their instincts remember exactly who sits at the top of the food chain. The doors open— And there he stands. Tall. Unbending. Dressed in deep forest green and black, the cloak of his rank trailing behind him like smoke. Eyes like steel. A presence that crushes and commands in the same breath. Alpha Prime Thorne. The most powerful wolf alive. And he’s looking right at me as if he knows the reason I'm here.

"Look closely, bro! It's Transformers! It's Optimus Prime! "What's with the lack of reaction? Are you even a man?" "But my girlfriend is still waiting …" "They can't compare to Optimus Prime!"

All crying out simultaneously. "NO! THIS IS NOT—I WILL NOT—" Prime's voice fragments into thousands. The form collapses. Essences scatter. Each one a dead dragon, finally free. When the light fades, nothing remains of Prime except a small crystallized core. The original essence. Ancient. Tiny. Powerless. Jamie picks it up carefully. "Is this what you really are? Without all the stolen power? Just... this?" The crystal pulses weakly. No voice. No threat. Just residual consciousness.

I could even face HIM with the power of Ares at my disposal. "Stop right there," Derek ordered me. He shot out a plume of his ice blue flames and the caught me in an ever-shrinking circle. "Drop the transformation. It doesn't matter if you have back up, they'll still be outnumbered." "He's the Prime," I spat. "Your rightful master." Luke shrugged. "Did you forget that we were guardians to Primes? Do you really think that those wolves would accept protection from those lesser than them?"

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.

"The Fourth Prime... he’s in the basement. Under the servers. He’s... he’s the ticking." Tick. Tick. Tick. A low-frequency vibration began to shake the tower. Not a tectonic groan, but a mechanical countdown. [SOURCE IDENTIFIED: THE CHRONOS PRIME] [STATUS: AWAKENED] [DIRECTIVE: ERASE THE FUTURE] The Fourth Prime wasn't a predator of flesh. It was a predator of consequence. "Kael!" I roared at the speakers. "Seal the basement!" “The... seal... is... broken... Aria...” Kael’s ghost-voice erupted, a desperate scream of structural failure. “The... 14-B... contract... was... the... timer... and... the... clock... just... hit... zero...”

The two projectiles lodge themselves onto each wrist as Ursa drops her shining net over her Uncle’s head. The scent of burning flesh hits the air as Primus screams in agony, the silvery net shining bright blue with the glow of the starfire crystals. A silver collar and two silver cuffs appear where the projectiles pierced Primus’ flesh. A terrible roar shakes itself free from Primus’ throat as his body begins to shrink, the cuffs adjusting in size with him as it zaps him repeatedly with bright blue flashes of contained lightning. I roar along with him, my arms outstretched helplessly as Primus’s wings wrap around his body as a useless shield.

I know the thunder can feel the new power pulsing through our bond to the thunder. I pump my fist into the sky and whoop with happiness. The thunder responds instantly, shouting or bugling their response. I smile. I am Skylar, Queen Cyryl’s rider. Together, we will lead this thunder into the next phase of our lives. We will not allow the royals to destroy us. If it comes down to us or them, then we will crush them. Scout Commander POV “Would you look at that. It’s the whole fucking thunder,” one of my scouts says beside me.

Over fifty thousand regional wolf-guards had thrown down their arms, falling into formation behind the nine-foot titan. And at the center of the massive, glowing red war-host, moving at breakneck speed along the grand imperial highway straight toward the capital... was a solitary, massive iron structure being dragged by six mutated shadow-beasts. "What is that central unit?" Zane asked, leaning over the holographic map, his brow furrowed. Asher’s voice returned, dropping into a whisper that carried the cold weight of absolute death: "It's an ancient mobile execution platform, Zane... The First Prime isn't marching to negotiate with the High Council's remnants. He has declared a Primal Trial.