Transformers Cybertron Override Novels & Stories

"At least this way, I get to choose." Kieran moved to the control panel. "If we're doing this, we do it fast. The overload will only last minutes before the system shuts down." "Do it." He hesitated, fingers hovering over the controls. "If something goes wrong…." "Then you get me out of here." I squeezed his shoulder. "I trust you." His jaw tightened. Then he slammed his hand down on the override. The Vault went dark. Pain exploded through my skull like lightning. I hit the floor hard, my body convulsing as electricity seemed to course through my veins. But this wasn't the venom's fire, this was something deeper. Older.

Mouths open in permanent screams. They had been human once. Now they were something else. Something Marcus had broken beyond repair. They charged. Damien fired. Hit one in the chest. It stumbled but kept coming. Not human pain response. Not human survival instinct. Just programmed to kill. Torres and Victoria fired together. Dropped the second one. The third reached us. I moved without thinking. Years of Vera's training activating. I grabbed its arm, redirected its momentum, slammed it into the wall. It thrashed. Superhuman strength. Marcus had modified more than just minds.

"You can't leave me hanging like that. I'm sure it's a thrilling tale." Alexander leaned back in his own chair, regarding me with a mix of exasperation and mild amusement. "Fine," he relented, the corners of his lips quirking up ever so slightly. "Tyler and Jake had underestimated me. I had the element of surprise on my side, and I used it to my advantage." I leaned in even closer, my curiosity piqued. "And?" I prompted, eager for more details. Alexander hesitated for a moment, his gaze distant as if reliving the memory. "I managed to incapacitate them temporarily," he explained, then he shrugged. "I used a bit of my alpha power to intimidate them but they are indeed formidable opponents."

Too precise. She stopped walking. “System,” she said aloud. “Yes, Mrs. Moretti?” “Disable all service bots. Immediately.” “Command requires owner authorization.” Her jaw clenched. Damon’s rules. Damon’s systems. Damon’s controls. She raised her voice a little. “Override using secondary partner code.” “Secondary partner code disabled,” the AI replied calmly. She stiffened. “Disabled by who?” “Owner.” Her stomach dropped. Damon had disabled her access. When?

"If you drop the Spire, the magnetic discharge will liquefy my brain before the rubble hits me. You have to bypass the core’s coolant release manually." Arthur scoffed, glancing toward the reinforced door where the rhythmic thuds were now accompanied by the hiss of plasma cutters eating through the steel. "Manual override? Kael, look at that console. It’s glowing like a dying star. If I touch those relays, I’ll be fried before I can even blink."

When he spoke, the control in his voice had thinned enough to let the absolute quality underneath it show without armor. “I accept the term,” he said. “Not as a concession offered to end the distance, but as the necessary correction to a default that has now demonstrated its capacity to cost us the quiet we bought. You will be informed before any external matter that touches the life we share becomes a process handled outside your knowledge. No containment silences. No separate architecture built from old discipline and the assumption that the cleanest protection is the one you do not have to carry. The override becomes the primary method. I will not ask you to trust the default again. I wil

Roth screamed orders, but the systems ignored him. Adrian pulled Lena toward the control console. “We can overload it—shut the Spire down for good!” She hesitated. “What about us?” He met her gaze. “We’ll improvise.” She almost smiled through the tears. “You’re terrible at plans.” “Always have been.” He typed the override code—his old clearance still active. Warning lights turned crimson. The Core’s hum rose to a roar. Roth’s voice echoed over the chaos. “You can’t stop this, Cole! The Firstborn will awaken, and when he does, the world will follow him!”

“That explains their interest.” Across the city, inside the Knight Board meeting room. Margaret Knight watched the Helios interface carefully. One of the executives spoke nervously. “The system already has three guardians.” Margaret nodded slightly. “Yes.” Another board member asked. “Can we override them?” Margaret smiled faintly. “That’s exactly what we’re going to do.” Back inside the underground control room. Daniel noticed a new command appearing on the screen. His expression changed immediately. Alexander looked at him. “What is it?”

to believe that survival was the only metric that mattered. "She’s not a bomb, Elara!" Sarah yelled, firing her pulse-rifle at the ceiling, trying to short-circuit the overhead "Sanitization" emitters. "She’s a 'Trojan Horse'! If you don't break the connection, she’s going to 'Overwrite' your core with Vivian’s 'Admin-Key'!" "I can't... let... go..." I gasped. The Alpha’s grip was locked by a neuro-muscular override. She was a puppet, her strings being pulled by a server on Mars. Her violet eyes were wide with a terror that was entirely human, even if her body was a weapon.

The Titan raised its arm. And for a single, terrifying moment, the battlefield went still. Lyra couldn’t breathe. The massive construct loomed in her vision, its targeting systems shifting, locking, aligning directly with the tower. With them. “Lyra,” Adrian said sharply. “Now.” Her hands moved instantly, diving into the system, forcing commands through unstable channels, pushing past resistance that wasn’t supposed to be there. “Override Titan targeting!” [COMMAND REJECTED] [CONTROL PRIORITY: EXTERNAL AUTHORITY]