Transformers Blurr Armada Novels & Stories

Roxellena POV I couldn’t look away. Alpha Adrian stood in the center of the training field, powerful and focused. He shifted his weight, sliding his right leg forward while stretching his left leg back, then wrapped his arms around himself in the bear hug position. He moved with controlled power,forward and back, smooth and deliberate. Every muscle in his arms and shoulders flexed beneath his fitted shirt. Damned. Why does he have to make training look like that? Heart pounding, I mirrored his movement.

She just had to keep swallowing hard. She reached out to her cup of water and drank it at once with shaky hands. "So what are you guys?" "We are known to be just TRANSFORMERS. This means we can take up any form of anything or anyone we wish. We also can create confusion and tamper with one's mind or thoughts without going through the whole spell thing - ours is natural and we are smooth at it." Pan praised their qualities. Jane forced a subtle smile and looked away. It was good they were normal compared to the beast that she had met.

Just like that. I didn’t know where everyone was. The only thing I could see were dead bodies and everything destroyed to the ground. “This is the girl.” I gazed up and two gigantic men loomed in front of me, staring down at me with a steely gaze. One was platinum blonde with piercings and the other one had caramel hair. “Take her,” the platinum guy said. “Alpha must be waiting for her,” the caramel one leaned down to grab my arm, his eyes deadpan. I quickly moved away and shot him a glare.

Damien said, his tone stern. "Or what?" she said, finally turning to face us. "You’ll shoot me? You believe that ends this?" The Last Line of Defense The earth began to tremble violently before we could react. A huge, highly armored drone—a creature brimming with armaments and gleaming with the energy of the core—rose out of the darkness. The lady smirked and retreated to the far side of the room as the drone moved closer. "You'll have to do better than that," she muttered.

And there would be more. Joseph looked on and finally saw the four power-armors, still standing but with their upper body hunched forward, slouching like a crumbling statue. Each and every visor ruptured open with smoke coming out of them. Their weakest spot. And the Kalayaan Spec Ops made sure and quick work of it. Real quick work. He looked away. He didn't want to see what was inside. He knew what was inside.

Bryan was glad that the Camaro had bulletproof body paneling, but he knew for sure the muscle car wasn’t grenade-proof. Amy couldn’t believe that she was encountering an albino woman with an XF13 grenade launcher. After getting her concentration back, she made another attempt to pass the armored truck. She gasped and held her breath while pressing her foot down on the pedal as hard as she could. The armored truck attempted to swerve over on Amy, but she sent her Camaro roaring past the truck unscathed. The muscle car was now in front of the armored truck, and Amy saw herself in control of the situation.

“She told me to hit her with the elemental gun, she said her armor was impenetrable!” “Don’t worry, I have medics at the ready...” the Dean reassured her, when the girl, surrounded by her own blood, blinked, and raised her head up. “Woah...” she said, shaking her head. “That was some hit!” She looked at her bloody chest and at the big hole that exposed her flawless brown skin underneath. “I guess... my Armour worked...?” she asked, uncertain of herself. “Yes, it was just a flesh wound,” Benette assured her as he helped her up.

"My father got this on my 18th birthday. Champions are different from the first-generation Mobile Armor. They're the true combat Mobile Armors. They were with the Turmann family for countless years. Those Mobile Armors created after Champions were just some soulless broken pieces. They were tall. But they can only be controlled remotely. Humans can't enter those Mobile Armors. Thus, synesthesia systems don't exist for those Mobile Armors. They're just a bunch of meaningless machines."

“Time for you to turn that Fed pawn into a Hegemony queen.” “Aye sir,” replied Rear Admiral Nehara. Enemy flak bounced off the Blade of Damocles’ armor as it maneuvered into optimal attack range. It swerved closer towards the swarm of slowly-disintegrating Federation ships from above, and angled its weapons towards its target with decisive precision.

ba Furiously through the barrage of armored trucks, Daryl struck down the convoys, freeing the captured hybrids in the process. The chapter ran for cover as the others death with the Vanity troops closing in. The Vanity agents each pulled out plasma charged rifles and fired toward Daryl. But Adrian flew above the carriage and projected a crimson beam of energy from her hands. In Seconds, a wall of ruby quarts was forged and absorbed the impact of the Vanity troops attack. “You’re welcome,” Adrian waved with a grin.