Transformers Autobot Tank Novels & Stories

“Max, we're reading a dinosaur story. Why Optimus Prime all of a sudden?” Max shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just curious. Why Autobots can talk?” I rubbed my face. “Honey, Autobots are alien robots. They are not a normal car.” “But they're trucks and cars, Mommy!” Max argued. “So, if ordinary cars and trucks are given alien engines, they can talk?” “Maxime... your brain works too hard for sleep.” Max giggled again, then tilted his head. “But Mommy... if you could choose, what would you be, T-Rex or Optimus Prime?”

- Dessa they continue again they’re slow advancement until they were near to Lourdes College but there was a large zombie that was blocking the road! *CRUNCH!* it was moving forward and capture any zombie that was blocking its path and eating them! this scene was familiar to them! “is that a Tank!?”- Raymart the figure in front of them was larger than their usual tank! it was 10ft tall! and its body and arms were too large! his arms can be a match to a big bike!

an upbeat tune sprang from a nearby armory, a service bot’s eyes shone as bright as the sun directing the two towards the ammo dump. “Hello Tommy” groaned Frank, the drone was obnoxious. “What should I set you up with sir? Let me guess, Fusion cutters? Lightning guns? How about a .75 cal puncher gun?” “Just scan what I have Tommy!” Frank reacted, the bot having some modicum of emotions programmed into its being attempted a sad look, as it loaded the arbiter with the necessary load out.

My boots echoed on the metal floor. It was a drone. But not like any drone I had ever seen. It was sleek, black, and ominous. It looked like a giant bird of prey. Wings folded against its body. Rotors tucked away. On the side of the tank, stenciled in red paint, was the name. CHIMERA. Below the tank was a console. It had a keyhole. My heart hammered against my ribs. I pulled the gold key from my pocket. My hand was shaking. This was it. The leverage.

"They're flesh and blood! Put them down!" Above us, Tank’s heavy trike landed directly on the roof of the Crawler. He didn't even use his gun. He revved his engine, spinning his massive rear tires, spraying a blinding wave of blue Phase-fire across the hull, scorching the beasts and sending them scrambling off the metal. I drifted the Sovereign through the mud, pulling my data-deck. I couldn't hack a biological creature, but these things were mutated by the Origin-Code. They had a frequency.

One of the enforcers catches the movement and yells, "Look at that transport! That is an Afolayan Dominion tank! That thing is massive!" His partner turns his lens and shouts, "Is that not the mute laborer from the wall? The bastard is loaded, riding inside a warlord's personal armor!" The two scouts trade shocked looks before the data clicks in their brains. Grabbing their gear, they sprint directly toward my position. "Warlord Whitmore! Wait up! Our network needs answers!" they scream, trying to block the path, but I throw myself into the rear cabin before their hands can touch the metal. The driver slams his boot onto the gas, leaving the trackers eating dust in the road.

These specific construct were five rhinos that pushed the tanks back enough for Eric catch his breath. “Ying Yang, you good?,” I asked. “Yeah. But we’re gonna need more than a few constructs to keep these creeps bac. Just long enough for the others to get the hybrids out. “Leave it to me,” Rick Primal said. Rick arched his back and summoned the spirit of a elephant, bear and cheetah. He then extended his talons lunging at each of the tanks before slashing them into scrap. As each tank fell from their rouge, Vanity against all stormed out and opened fire.

If you're going to keep just throwing me back I'll make it impossible to be moved! Grotesque: Kehehehe..In..crease..... (With The whisper of its chilled hush voice in the air it rears back holding the tank by the cannon and proceeds to vibrate a black and white aura before throwing the tank at a speed unseen by all of the guards and even Sergeant Richards himself) Ca..att...ch! (As soon as the tank was released from its hands it accelerated at a speed blurring to the eye directly towards Dantzler following the tank in an attempt to drop kick him as the tank connected)

I can't wait till I have his pups to feel exactly what she's feeling! I see a young version of him standing on the surface of the Moon, looking down at the Earth! WHOA what a view! I hear her lovely voice tell him, 'You are to be an Alpha, Tank. Your Were's name is Zavier and you two will do great things, even from a tender age!' I hear Tank's excited little barks and howl! Aww he sounds so cute, I just want to hug him! More flashes and I see him standing in an empty space, he seems to be in the Spirit Realm. He is still small maybe 3 ft tall. Looking around he suddenly throws his head back, howling long and loud I see the air ripple! His front paw stomps down hard making the ground quake. A

“Of course, Mr. Volkov.” They continued past two more tanks. In the third, a hybrid floated with bony plates on its back, arms that split into organic blades, and a mouth that opened in four directions. It was clearly a combat model. In the fourth, a female body with atrophied extra limbs, multiple eyes beneath the skin, and a pulsing core in the abdomen. A model for magical energy generation and overload explosion. Sasha walked to the end of the corridor and stopped before an empty tank.