Transformers Breakdown G1 Novels & Stories

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Screamed our defiant Centurion as we marched through the throng of our retreating fear stricken comrades, many covered in a terrifyingly large splatters of blood. As we neared our enemy, it became clear that we were not facing one of the usual sorts as the ring of its engine and whirl of its blade confirmed it so. It stood at the height of Three Men, suspended on six large steel limbs that had blades at its feet. It had arms that wielded two terrifyingly large spinning blades all twirling so fast that it seemed to be releasing a torrent of blinding reflecting lights It was a Faith Breaker.

Book 3 in the Divine Order Series. Follow Harper and Elias as they enter the Neverplain to search for the pieces of Marcus's Soul, and have the most life changing battle of their lives.

She hid behind the vanity as she peeked to see what was happening. "You traitor!" player 4 winced in pain as he tried to free himself from player 7's grip. This made the player 7 laugh. She had an amused face as she threw a hard object on the vanity, which caused it to completely break. Eleonna almost had a heart attack when she thought she'll be caught. Luckily, the side where she was hiding was still intact. "W-wait... you're not player 7. Who are you?!" the guy furiously shouted at her when he realized the voice wasn't the same as the original player 7 he knew.

Using the mech core they had reassembled, they could temporarily force a vehicle to transform into a mech. This transformation was irreversible. In other words, once a person merged with this temporarily transformed mech, there was no way to disengage. Furthermore, because the vehicle was forcibly transformed and not originally compatible with the mech core, the transformation could only be maintained for a very short period. Once the mech core could no longer sustain the mech form, the temporarily transformed mech would disintegrate on the spot.

“Transformer.” I squinted. “Max, you have twenty-three Transformers. We counted yesterday.” “But this one’s different!” Max quickly countered. “That one was a truck. This one... is also a truck. But it’s gray! And it can fly. Maybe.” “Maybe?” Max nodded confidently. “It has wings! I saw on G****e. And I still don’t have the Christmas edition Bumblebee that sings! If I don’t get it... the world will be unbalanced. And I won’t be able to save humanity from destruction.”

It looked like she was going to break through his ribs by the amount of force she was using. After the sixth blow, Cosmo’s head snapped up; then he grabbed her ankle and twisted it firmly. Her foot bent around backwards with her body; so it was her time to be on the ground. He knelt down on her back to stop her from moving, then snapped both of her arms backwards; smashing his fists into the back of her head forcefully. The black ooze had now contaminated her, and her bones were breaking themselves as they were infected. Her body was contorting at such weird angles that it looked like something from a horror movie.

He looked at the massive, severed upper half of the Prime Forge we had destroyed, and then at the colossal, dead chassis of the Avatar of Sol lying in the mud. The Speedrun King’s eyes lit up with a terrifying, impossible idea. "We don't have a bomb, Ghost," Dax said, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his scarred face. "But we have a ton of spare parts. And you're the best mechanic in the world."

"You've been the Shield for long enough. It's time for the Architect to finish the work." I stood up, my legs shaky but my mind clear. I looked around the basement. It wasn't just a storage room; it was a maintenance hub for the apartment block’s old electrical system. I saw the heavy transformer, the lead-jacketed cables, and the ancient breaker box. In a world without EMPs, this would be a simple hack. Here, it was a suicide mission. I walked over to the transformer. I didn't have the violet light to guide me, but I had my memory. I knew how power moved. I knew the language of the spark. I grabbed a pair of rusted pliers from the floor and began to strip the heavy cables.

A blue laser beam began to glow at the tip of its finger. "Sam, duck!" I screamed. I jumped out of his pocket, mid-air. I didn't have wings, but I had the **Ink**. I pressed the silver pen against the white plastic of the Enforcer’s leg. ***"The giant was made of glass,"*** I wrote, my blood-gold ink searing into the robot’s armor. The Enforcer’s leg didn't break. It **glitched**. The white plastic turned into a transparent, fragile mesh. The weight of the robot’s own torso was too much. With a sound like a thousand windows shattering, the Enforcer’s leg gave way.