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.

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]

I can't help the butterflies that bounce within me. "Reuben, go home before it starts raining," the boy frowns, a bit unhappy, and the alpha ruffles his hair with his hand. " Can I take the Luna home? She hates thunder, and I like watching her squeak through every thunder?" he laughs. The word Luna sticks out to me; Tina told me that a Luna is an alpha's mate or chosen. Does Reuben think Nikolas and I are mates? Unbeknownst to the boy who keeps talking about my reactions to thunder and lightning, Nikolas has frozen. I clear my throat lightly, making Reuben stop talking. His eyes go to his alpha, and they show regret. He bows and then smiles slightly at me.

Xander stood by his side, both were looking worriedly at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he called back at Mordecai. “You’re just messing with my head.” Dorin’s eyes widened. The people moving towards Dorin fell to the ground, the air knocked out of them. “Now, we continue.” Dorin faced Mordecai once more. He had always loved fighting strong opponents. It means he could let it all out and fight with his real strength, but with his id now in his Phasma core, he was able to calm himself as he continued the duel.

Because he wasn’t sure if it was a lie or not. He stood, dressed in silence, and walked barefoot to the main terminal. Halo’s primary root node glowed in the corner of the room, a pulsing red light inside the wall, hidden behind matte glass. He slid his palm over the lock and spoke the phrase: > “Override: Calder 11-Beta. Admin tier: root zero.” The wall opened like a secret he hadn’t meant to tell. Inside, three drives sat nestled into neural socket ports glowing faint blue. He removed the third.

“Don’t you dare take him with you.” I pressed my palm to the main console, forcing the system to recognize my voice command. “Override protocol. Isolate human consciousness.” For a moment, there was silence. Then the lights dimmed, and the familiar voice returned, softer now, feminine. > “Override acknowledged. Isolating consciousness signature: Gloss.”