Transformers Animated Sentinel Prime Novels & Stories

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?"

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

Her cast was gone, replaced by a tight black brace that allowed her to move her wrist. "Internal security is all automated," Case said. "Motion sensors, heat maps, and acoustic triggers. But the perimeter is guarded by 'Sentinels.' They are like Silas, but newer. More stable. They don't have the violet veins because the serum is refined." Lydia looked at the silver scars on her ribs. "They are hollow. Adrian said they need a host to stay stable. That’s why they have him. He’s the battery."

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.

"He’s a fragment. A piece of Julian’s original consciousness, embedded in a biological weapon." Sentinel Prime advanced, the air around him crackling with frost. The concrete walls of the vault began to crack, spiderwebbing under the sheer force of his presence. His voice was a guttural rumble that vibrated through the very ground. "I am the... beginning. You are... the end." Caspian shoved Jade behind him. "Aris, fall back! Get to the extraction point!" Aris, her face grim, laid down a covering fire before retreating into the tunnel. She knew they couldn't win a direct fight.

—automated husks of armor fueled by residual mana—were still programmed for one task: termination. Four Sentinels, towering seven-foot constructs of blackened steel, detached themselves from the walls. They didn't breathe, and they didn't hesitate. The first swung a massive flail that pulverized the stone where Victor’s head had been a millisecond prior. Victor slid between the construct’s legs, his movement a fluid, desperate grace born of a hundred and eighty chapters of survival. He didn't aim for the chest plate. He aimed for the "Joint-Core," the glowing blue crystal at the back of the knee.

Adam explained, "we all work as a team. I can't rule the whole world by myself." Cain was quiet for a few moments. "I will when I become Alpha," he said firmly. Adam laughed. "I'm sure you will," he said. "Now, go get ready for bed." I opened the door to the office as Cain ran past me to his bedroom. "Does he not worry you?" I asked Adam. Adam shook his head. "Does he worry you?" he asked. I nodded. "How many other four-year-old’s do you know that talk about world domination?"

"I always wanted to know what it felt like to be an email." The Sentinels were adapting. They were beginning to vibrate, matching our frequency. Their limbs were turning from black to grey, solidifying in our phase. "They're learning!" I yelled. "Run!" We sprinted across the obsidian floor, our ghostly feet making no sound. The Sentinels screamed and gave chase, gliding like nightmares. We reached the base of the pyramid. The data-stream roared like a silent river of dark energy. "Together!" Dax shouted.

This was the BIOS of the Universe—the Heart of the Machine. It didn't look like a computer. It looked like a vast, infinite library made of White Holes. Every book was a timeline; every shelf was a dimension. "Julian is here," Elara whispered. She could feel the silver vibration, but it was being muffled by a layer of Hard-Code. The Sentinel of Origin Standing between them and the central server was the Sentinel of Origin. It wasn't a warrior or a reflection. it was the Fundamental Force of the universe made manifest. It shifted between four forms: Gravity, Electromagnetism, and the Strong and Weak Nuclear forces.

The old black man returns, “Unit Claire, you are now to be our Sentinel. You will make whatever reparations are required by your conscience to these people you find yourself with. Then you will be allowed to return to your life as you wish it, as long as you return to us to protect us as needed. As Sentinel you will have access to every shape we have ever known. Person, animal and creature, studied and forgotten.” She feels the shapes flowing into her mind, and groans.