Thundercracker Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

“Transformer.” I squinted. “Max, you have twenty-three Transformers. We counted yesterday.” “But this one’s different!” Max quickly countered. “That one was a truck. This one... is also a truck. But it’s gray! And it can fly. Maybe.” “Maybe?” Max nodded confidently. “It has wings! I saw on G****e. And I still don’t have the Christmas edition Bumblebee that sings! If I don’t get it... the world will be unbalanced. And I won’t be able to save humanity from destruction.”

Loud thuds could be heard as Chad’s fist came rushing over. “Oh no!” “How dare he attack in the Tower!” “The Pride Peak apprentices are too reckless!” The Tower of Primordial Energy is an important place. No fighting is allowed here, yet there Chad was, breaking the rule. Feeling his attack approaching, even though a light one, led many to retreat. Zephyr huffed coldly as he showed no fear. Zephyr’s body vibrated as he engaged Thunderfoot. After his training sessions, Thunderfoot had long reached a new peak. Although Chad was probably one of the strongest in Pride Peak, Zephyr was still able to easily dodge his attack. He was too quick.

"Mr. Ash Thunder?" I nod, and he speaks into a walkie talkie, informing someone about my arrival. He doesn't pat us down, doesn't even scan us with a metal detector. He doesn't need to, because I know for a fact that the door- all the doors- have specialized metal sensors. There's a reason I didn't bring my knife, but then again, anything can be used as a weapon. As we pass through the door, it doesn't beep, doesn't even make a sound. The only sound to be heard is the tap tap of my cane on the floor. See - I can use it as a weapon and no one would be the wiser.

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.

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.

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...”

Wolves scatter, howling as heat scorches fur and skin. “MOVE!” Ethan roars, slamming into me as the ground explodes where I’d been standing. We tumble hard, rolling through ash and shattered earth. My ears ring, vision swimming as I claw my way upright. Gravehowl meets the beam head-on. He doesn’t dodge. He devours it. The Prime opens his jaws impossibly wide, swallowing the light in a torrent of sparks and fury. Power crackles across his frame, ancient sigils blazing briefly along his ribs.