Transformers Cybertron Override Novels & Stories

Wolves from both sides, sprung forth, and I turned to make brief eye contact with Emilio and Damien, both in their wolf forms, to make sure that they were in the front, leading the troops. Since there was no actual Alpha on the opponent’s side or even a beta whose power could resonate that of an Alpha, both Axton and I weren’t allowed to participate just yet. And that was because regardless of what Sabrina liked to be called, she wasn’t an actual Alpha, but an omega. Her rank defined completely by her dominance. If Axton or I joined, that would be considered foul play. And that wasn’t how I wanted to win a war. But as soon as the wolves charged…that sense of wrongness increased tenfold. Ther

“I think I’ve changed my mind. I will keep her, but I’ll also kill you.” The alpha forces me back as he takes a few strides backwards, his bodyguards protecting his escape as Cedric and Dereck’s anger gets the best of them and they charge forward. I want to yell out, to tell them once again to forget about me. Yet I can’t. They wouldn’t be able to hear me, and they certainly wouldn’t listen to my order either. They've already proven that. It doesn’t take long for Cedric and Dereck to transform, along with the bodyguards. Yet even in those forms, my lovers have no chance of winning against so many people and in such a tight space.

They had just forced open the emergency maintenance override of the upper hoist cage, descending into the dark like a swarm of starving locusts. ​"They're moving through the mid-level staging dock!" Leo reported, his teeth clicking violently as he monitored the digital readout. He was shivering so hard his fingers nearly slipped on the ice-covered edge of his interface pad. "Vivian, it's not a generic cleanup squad. The biometric scanners are picking up high-impact cybernetic augmentations. It's the rest of Uncle Marcus’s inner shadow-guard. They aren't here to negotiate; they have a hardwired demolition sequence active on their command transponders!"

Metal rising just high enough that we could see its core. Not wires. Not circuits. Neural lattice. Biological integration. Ariana’s breath caught. “That’s not just code.” “No,” I said slowly. “It’s hybrid.” The projection nodded. “Human oversight model integrated with adaptive substrate.” Marcus stared at me. “You built something that could outvote humanity.” “No,” I said hoarsely. “I built something that could override it.” Silence. The beam across the skyline pulsed once more. Nodes syncing faster now. Volatility metrics dropping.

The name fractured as pain knifed through her head. Aria slammed into the breach. Don’t. Don’t. DON’T. He is not the enemy. She is. Elara’s answer was more current. The override dug claws into her motor cortex. Her fingers closed around the concealed weapon at her waist. Her arm came up. > **HR: +40%.** > **NEURAL OVERRIDE: ACTIVE.** > **VOLITION: COMPROMISED.** Kael didn’t flinch. He stepped closer. Close enough that the barrel pressed into his chest, just under his sternum, the fabric of his shirt dimpling around cold metal.