Transformers Decepticons Ships Novels & Stories

Eleonna was escorted to go outside. After she opened the box, the men in grey uniforms just appeared out of nowhere. She was bought to another room separated from where the stage where. She looked around the place and saw a big screen attached on the wall, it had a different footage in every corner of the place inside the game. The girl walked towards it and stared at the highlighted footage. There she saw Audella, Shaun, Celeste, and Fumiya fighting alongside. From the looks of it, her team mates were winning.

It had a long neck connected to two spiny bodies with appendages of different proportions, all of which bore sharp spikes and ended in talons. Vincent spoke an inaudible sound which seems to be its name. “Incapacitate them,” he ordered it. “AS YOU DESIRE” answered the creature with a voice coming from deep underground. Long appendages suddenly burst out, pinning the 4 assailants to the walls. Octavius, quick on his feet, was able to dodge the spiked arms, he even ripped one of them off. “Good, but not enough!” hissed the youngest Morell, making a meal out of the severed appendage.

The sky over the obsidian ruins of New York didn't just darken; it calcified. The uncloaking of the Origin-Prime starship—a vessel the size of a borough, constructed from shimmering, non-Euclidean geometry—sent a gravitational shear through the city that flattened the bioluminescent forests in a single, crushing breath.

The sky above Novus, once a battlefield of violet beams and obsidian rings, was now filled with a hauntingly familiar silhouette. The "Mimic-Fleet" did not emerge from the void with alien hums; it arrived with the rhythmic, terrifying thump-hiss of a thousand replicated Great Engines. The Curators had used the data-harvest from the Sovereignty-Virus to 3D-print an armada of bronze-wood ships, each one a grotesque, oversized caricature of the Aethel-Dawn.

They were sleek, featureless spheres of white light that moved with terrifying, mathematical precision. ​"They’re de-fragging the area!" Ren yelled. "Leo! Anything they touch is being consolidated into grey cubes!" ​"Kaelen! Maya! Protect the ship!" Leo commanded. ​Kaelen roared, his silver-metal skin expanding into a Fortress-Class barrier. He stood at the base of the Icarus-Draft, his fists smashing the white spheres into showers of sparks. Every time a Sentinel tried to consolidate the ship, Kaelen’s physical noise forced the bot to recalculate, buying them seconds.

The Aurelian soldiers, trained for disciplined, organized warfare, completely broke formation in absolute terror of the monster tearing them apart. "The dreadnoughts!" Jinx screamed over the comms in my ear. I looked up past the breach. A deep, mechanical hum vibrated through the stone beneath our boots. The massive golden siege ships anchored in the harbor were charging their main cannons for a second volley. The air above them warped and distorted as the plasma energy built to critical mass. If they fired again, they would not hit the outer wall. They would hit the courtyard. They would incinerate Drax, Ashren, and every single Northern soldier holding the line.

They simply un-blurred from the background radiation of space, just past the orbit of Titan. ​They were beautiful and terrifying. They didn't look like ships at all, but like gargantuan, translucent Nautilus shells carved from frozen starlight. There were no visible engines, no weapons, no cold-processing arrays. They hummed with a frequency that was so deep it made the Respiration’s ironwood hull weep a sweet-smelling resin.

I knew it. This is the end. He stomps towards me as I hear my captor’s neck snap. I close my eyes, waiting for death to come but instead, arms shake me, “Can you shift? Are you hurt?” I shake my head, as I open my eyes, “No, I cant shift….” I begin but one of his companions cut me off. “Kane, we have to go!” he shouts in human form, but his eyes widen as he sees me. “No, it can’t be….”

Of course he would, Aurelian Kest would control the terrain, just like he controlled everything else. The location was a disused textile warehouse. The rain had stopped, leaving the world wet and gloomy. Our headlights cut through the gloom as we pulled into the vast, empty parking lot. One other vehicle was already there, a matte-black, armored SUV that looked less like a car and more like a missile. Marco parked a deliberate distance away. “I should come in with you.” “No.” I adjusted the cuffs of my black suit jacket. “He’ll have scanners, weapons will be seen as weakness, or provocation, we are just having a conversation not fighting a war yet.”

"A flagship?" I whispered, the word feeling like lead on my tongue. "They’re turning the Earth into a ship?" "Not just a ship," Fenris said, his face illuminated by the flickering red status screens. "A **Dreadnought**. They’ve realized that the 'Intersection'—this hybrid of magic and data—is the perfect fuel. They aren't going to process us one by one anymore. They’re going to fuse the entire biosphere into a singular, sentient engine."