Transformers Breakdown G1 Novels & Stories

My injured leg gives out, sending me to the ground. The rogue stands over me, jaws opening for the killing blow. A rifle shot cracks through the air. The rogue’s head snaps back, blood and brain matter spraying from the exit wound. It stands there for a moment, swaying, then collapses across my body. Fenris lowers the rifle, his hands shaking. “Got it.” I shift back to human, crying out as my broken leg reforms. The transformation heals some damage but not all—my leg is still fractured, my face still bleeding, my side torn open from claw wounds.

I find an electrical panel that has a crack in it. It’s something. If I can fix this, it should do something. But I know it isn’t our biggest problem. I have yet to find what that is. For over an hour, I’ve been up in the transformers that convert the energy of Neron into what powers the ship, looking for a glitch, when I see Valen appear in the door below me. “Any luck?” he asks. I shrug, aiming the light along the lines. Everything looks fine. “I found one issue, but I know it’s not the main issue. I’ll keep looking.”

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.

Every step Dante took sent a low, vibrating thud through my spine, but the proximity to his alpha-marrow was the only thing keeping my own blood from freezing over as the cold morning wind rushed through the lower tier's structural pillars. "The western transformers are right through this maintenance crawl," Kemi muttered, her hand flashlight cutting a narrow beam of yellow light through the thick, sulfur-heavy fog that hung over the boundary gates. The massive iron structure before us looked like a giant, rusted cage bolted into the titanium spine of the fourth tier. Inside, dozens of high-voltage transformers—each the size of a scrapper hab-block—let out a dangerous, low-pitched scream tha

he said with confidence and with a scorning smirk. " You know one thing about power boy, once you have it, you'll always have it. You've decided to play with power, that's fine, but try not to play into the lions den. You won't get away with this you know." I said, walking up to him and placed my hand on his chest. "You might have those little, gold digging, low life boards on your side, but they'll betray you same way they betrayed me once they see a better opportunity. That's one thing about opportunists" I said with a scornful smile, satisfied at instilling fear in him.

"No. Robyn and I were at Layla's. We just found it broken." "Did they steal anything?" "No. Nothing. Robyn didn't think it was a big deal so we just had the door fixed." "Oh my goodness. Something is not right." The other Hachi men walked in with anger and anticipation written on their faces. "Dad, what's wrong?" "It's nothing son. How is Robyn?" Peter said. "She will be fine they are still with her. What's wrong? Tell me." "It was no accident. The police say the brakes were cut and gears tampered with. This was intentional."