Transformers Autobot Tank Novels & Stories

he greeted, voice low and gravelly. He removed his sunglasses, and for a moment, his face betrayed his surprise. I didn’t blame him. I looked different now — leaner, sharper, battle-worn. But Thaddeus was loyal; he didn’t ask unnecessary questions. “Is everything ready?” I asked, already moving past him toward the lead car — a custom-built tank disguised as an SUV, bulletproof, bomb-resistant, and able to survive an earthquake if needed. “Yes, Boss. Everything’s secured,” Thaddeus confirmed, falling into step behind us.

The Transformers lie in the realm of tomorrow; the very distant tomorrow. Still, Mr. Lapuz was greatly amused by Ecto 2.0, the robo-puppy that Terra had gifted Kate. He was blown away by how lifelike it behaved. Its prick ears gently pulling back, its tail wagging, its four jointed legs much more flexible than his own arthritic two. Ecto 2.0 also had these expressive, big blue anime eyes made of OLED. The same eyes were equipped with depth cameras that allowed it to gauge any terrain and relay the most apt maneuver to its small but powerful legs. Lastly, Ecto 2.0 was equipped with AI and could remember the layout of Kate’s room and the whole house plus the faces of the people constantly arou

Mecha had always held a significant advantage over armored vehicles such as tanks. The frames that held the sensor clusters began to sag from the heat, and visible electronic systems started to short out. And when she swept the beam across them a second time, cut through the softened armor and punched into the structure underneath. Three of the hovertanks were completely compromised, and Freya’s beam was able to cut through to its inner workings. Drivers and gunners who were hit directly by the beam were gruesomely cooked alive as a result. A few of the tanks exploded as her beam punched through their power plants.

me. He checked the belt side. Everything was in its place. Medicinal Syringes, Grenade Launchers, Repair Patches. Will be. He looked out and saw the long barrel of a predator rifle in the corner. After a while you will see the whole tank. It was a standard Imperial tank design, but instead of a neat model of the united Imperial Planetary Army, it had a crude eight-armed symbol of chaos with hasty spatters of blood red and yellow painted on the sides. Ragnar saw this disgusting label and gritted his teeth. It was a sign of demon worshipers who vowed to destroy everything Ragnar had fought for his entire life, and seeing it reveals the cruelty to animals removed from the bubble of his space wo

][ ACTIVATING DEFENSE PROTOCOL. From the shadows of the server racks, droids emerged. Not the clumsy security bots. These were Spider-Tanks. Fast, agile, with machine guns mounted on their backs. "Jack! Hold them off!" Sebastian yelled. "Kenji! Jack in! Kill the upload!" Jack dropped the plushie. He pulled out a grenade launcher (hidden inside the plushie).THUMP. The first grenade hit a Spider-Tank. BOOM. "Eat this, you metal crabs!"

“You can get in. Let us in from the rooftop. We’ll get in, destroy him and his things and then get out.” I leaned over Mouse’s shoulder and looked at the information we had on this guy. “It could work.” Mouse looked at me critically. “You need to look younger. Any chance you know how to do some makeup work or something?” I shook my head no. “I never wear it. Sorry.” Tank pushed himself up from his chair. “That’s my specialty.” I looked at him with shock as he walked over to an overhead shelf and freed a large bag. He opened it up to show a bunch of makeup, wigs, prosthetics, and more.