Transformers: Armada Characters Novelas e Histórias

“It’s time for us to have a good ‘talk,’ Ms. Darling.” Jessa slowly turned her head around. Her eyes were glazed with pain. “Yes, it’s time for us to talk.” There was a great crash as a black, armored vehicle mowed down the factory’s heavy steel door. Steel twisted. Dust billowed. Backlit by the blinding headlights of the armored vehicle, Adam stood in a black coat and led a team of elite soldiers. “Sorry I’m late, Jessa.” Adam went over to Jessa and covered her with his coat.

After hearing Yule’s reminder, Charlie nodded immediately and said, “Don’t worry, Uncle Golding. Since the decision for a transformation has already been made, everything will have to be legal and reasonable. I will definitely explain this point clearly to Porter Waldron!” As he spoke, Charlie then said again, “Moreover, based on my current understanding of Ten Thousand Armies, most of their soldiers are martial arts experts, and even without thermal weapons, their combat effectiveness is definitely not inferior. It would not be a problem for them to deal with ordinary armed men.”

I ask because I really want to know. She swallows, "oh no doubt I'm starving, but this," she points the fork to the food, "it's amazing." I smile at her and continue, "there is a title that is right next to mine, but we'll come back to that," she nods and continues eating. "Next is Beta Chris, he's my second in command, he provide support and intell, like the VP of a human company. His mate is Beta Cynthia, my sister. Then there is Gamma Steve and he's mated to Leah and her title is Gamma Leah. So the Beta and Gamma work directly under me. The Gamma is like the head of our Army, he's in charge of warrior training, patrols and guards." She takes a long drink of her water and sits back.

CHARACTERS DESCRIPTION Amari Uma Franco - 21-year-old Omega (natural black hair) 5'1" Alpha Andres Sage D'Angelo - 27-year-old Alpha (jet black hair) 6'4" Jedrick Jones Anderson - 27-year-old Beta (golden bronze) 6'3" Xander Malic D'Angelo - 26-year-old Delta (ash brown) 6'4" Chase Reed Jackson - 26-year-old Commander-in-chief (soft black hair)

He was determined not to let the three families endanger the city for their armor funding. Expanding his sensory power, Adrian monitored the families. The Colons had deployed armored units equipped with powerful weapons, transported by tanks to the monument. The Arroyos, on the other hand, sent about a hundred suicide warriors in standard battle gear with special alloy swords. And for the Valdezes, there was Eden, controlling a thousand warriors in Flaming Dragon Armor who were scattered nearby. Adrian then spotted something in the sky and scanned it. They were combat support devices sent by the Colons, lacking energy shielding but coming in great numbers.

A growl rippled through the line. “This is our home,” I continued, my voice growing louder, steadier. “Our families. Our pack. That thing in the mist? That is not our Alpha. That is not our blood. I am your Luna. Damon is your Alpha. And we are still standing. We are all going to stand, we are all going to fight until the very end of this, no matter what is to happen.” I pointed to the creatures writhing at the treeline.

The map projected the border between Sector 8 and Sector 7—the Ash-Fall Bridge serving as the narrow, deadly choke point between the Rust Belt and the lower corporate districts. Surrounding the table were the newly minted officers of the Undercity Resistance. Leo (Tank) leaned against a pillar, his massive Juggernaut armor polished to a dull, matte-black sheen, his helmet resting in the crook of his arm. Kara (Jinx) sat at her terminal, her fingers tapping a restless, rhythmic beat against her knee. Torque, the cyborg warlord of the Ironheads, stood with his arms crossed, his hydraulic claw resting heavily against his chest plate.

Marcus Vale, my old guardian, stepped through a dimensional portal wearing impossible armor made of crystallized memories. "Marcus?" I gasped. "But you are mortal. You cannot travel dimensions." "Was mortal," he corrected. "Until Luna's mother offered me a choice. Stay mortal and safe, or transform into something that could help when you needed it most." He gestured to the portal behind him. "I brought friends." Through the opening came an army that defied description. Not just warriors, but concepts given form. Justice, Mercy, Courage, Hope—abstract forces that had chosen to manifest as defenders.

she advised. "Taking your powers, is that going to stop releasing the soldiers or we will get an edge by doing that?" Alpha Jones asked. "The soldiers must not be released. They are immortal and indestructible. And unless all the commanders die, they will be nothing but pure weapon against you" Tonia warned again, sharply. "If we can only kill the commanders with your power, what about killing you and taking your power right now?" David blurted out. Sophie's heart skipped a beat. She wasn't expecting that statement to come from anyone.

The man looked at me with some fear. “Now you don't look as powerful as before,” I said sternly. “Imprison him, but give them all acomio; that will keep them from trying to run away.” The people nodded and then Winter ran over to where I was. “What are we going to do about these creatures?” my friend asked worriedly. “Ander says they are good people, that there are ways to reverse everything, but they are needed from the labs.” That information was a great weight, then I looked at the other Alphas—all the Alphas from all the zones had gathered. Somehow, they had contained the men who were loyal to Dan and Al Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack.