Transformers Cybertronian Language Novels & Stories

She looked at Hope. The silver girl was standing perfectly still. Her eyes were fixed on the alien. Her silver skin was starting to pulse with a blue light. "Mommy," Hope said. Her voice was not a child's anymore. It sounded like a thousand voices speaking at once. "It is speaking the old language. The language of the computers. It thinks we are all just parts of a machine." "Tell it we are real, Hope!"

"For what? I can understand you just fine." "As part of my galactic training, I was taught your language. However, all sentient beings who've mastered space travel have these installed in their auditory sensors. Not all languages can be learned, due to physical differences that make it impossible for our bodies to recreate certain sounds and pitches. If you are to accompany me, it is standard procedure that you be implanted with one. When you sleep, the device will also teach you languages that you are capable of comprehending and speaking as an additional backup should the device fail."

Jax/ColeThe Kinetic HoundsTheir speed is no longer limited by biology; they move at the speed of the planet's local data-bus. The Siege of the Shell The first Void-Eater ship opened fire. A beam of pure entropy struck the Spire’s peak, but instead of melting, the building Absorbed the hit. Elara felt the impact in her teeth. "They’re trying to hack the crust! Rhys, give me the frequency!" "I can't!" Rhys screamed. "The planet's OS is written in a language of Primal Harmonics! Only a synchronized Triad can 'Speak' to it!"

Not this time. Cerberus raised both hands and began to chant, the words slipping from his tongue like cracked stone, sharp and ancient. The language was part Lykan, part something darker, rawer, scraped from the underbelly of the earth. My skin prickled. My bond to Alpha Robert stirred deep inside me, as if the beast within knew it was about to be caged, or worse, slaughtered. A heat bloomed in my chest. Subtle at first. Then fire. Then agony.

“Great. Let’s have a conversation with the angry light ghosts trying to erase humanity.” I ignored her. My eyes were on the rift. The light down there had changed—it wasn’t random anymore. It was pulsing in patterns, repeating sequences that almost looked like… language. Lena followed my gaze. “They’re talking.” “Yeah,” I said softly. “And I think they’re talking to him.” --- By nightfall, we’d set up a makeshift perimeter near the rift. Rhea’s remaining soldiers guarded the edges while I worked on an old neural translator from her lab equipment. I didn’t tell her it was based on the same framework we’d used in Project Genesis.

Then I took a seat and closed my eyes, establishing a telepathic communication with the general of my dragon army. “Abissima, any luck with locating the weapons?” Abissima meant general in human terms. As an ancient man with extensive experience on the battlefield, Oxland hated modern words. He always preferred to use our native tongue when conversing, but sometimes he agrees that our language was a mouthful, so he uses human words to discuss matters with me too. ’None yet, Su-Anateph,’ he replied, using my title as the King of the Dragons.’I apologize severely. We will widen the search.’

The more he speaks, the more I realise their language is out of this world. “Silence!” The male to his left bellows in strained English. “We have been practicing how to speak their language for months, and it is obvious you have not, yet again.” The males emerald coloured eyes slowly start to change in color as he speaks. “As I stated earlier, repeat what your translator says, so the humans can communicate with us until they are fitted with their personal translator.” The males surrounding me are suddenly pushed to the side as another male barges through them. “ Mine…" He rumbles in an accented voice that is full of dominance.

ADA LUBE After rotating the iron tap valves to clear the ice grime from my pelt, my fingers retrieve Hayden’s ranking day token from the velvet storage case to run a detailed inspection. The asset is a high-tier, voice-integrated synthetic robot predator, engineered to look like an ice tiger because my tracking logs show Hayden maintains a supreme affinity for big cats. That specific variable drove my choice on the digital market.

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.

“What’s your stake in this, Retholis?” asked the Admiral. “I mean, you could have easily just blown us out of orbit and taken everything that we have.” When Retholis spoke, he still did so in his Drogarii dialect, and it was much more harmonious and melodic in person. In order for them to understand him, they had to install translation nanites to their DI, but that was as easy as their initial install. Through it, they were able to fully understand him, and all other Drogar for that matter. Translated subtitles simply appeared close to the person speaking. Eva found it incredibly handy as it also translated movements and gestures.