Transformers Decepticons Ships Novels & Stories

“They found you.” Everyone moved at once. “Into the trees!” Killian barked. The warriors scattered with practiced discipline. I grabbed Maya’s hand. “Stay close.” The first transport burst through the clouds. Unlike the sleek ivory ships we’d seen in orbit, these were built for occupation. Broad. Angular. Covered with rotating cannons. The silver emblem of the Consensus gleamed beneath their wings. “They tracked the pods,” Leo whispered. A spotlight swept across the forest. The beam paused. Directly over us.

​The heavy-duty transit rig roared to life in the bunker’s dry dock, its armored chassis vibrating with the raw torque of a twin-hybrid core. Designed by Arthur Vance to look like a standard corporate reclamation transport, the vehicle was reinforced with military-grade ballistic plating and equipped with a localized active-stealth cloak.

First, it finds a passing Council scout ship. The hum aligns with the frequency of its engine’s quantum core. The engine doesn’t explode. Itunspools Metal filaments unwind into shimmering dust. Energy conduits dissolve into harmless light. The ship becomes a cloud of atomic mist, its crew reduced to their base chemical components, thought and memory dissolved before they can even scream.

Behind him, the Outcast Legion—wolves who could shift mid-air into specialized combat forms—poured over the cliffs like a waterfall of fur and steel. Jace disappeared into a shadow, reappearing on the deck of the flagship. Within seconds, the black smoke from the ship's funnel turned a sickly, glowing green. The "Blighted" steam began to eat through the iron pipes, turning the dreadnought into a self-destructing cage. From my high vantage point, I watched the "impenetrable" fleet crumble. It wasn't a battle; it was an execution. But then, I felt it. A cold, sharp needle of pain in the back of my neck.

Ideally, Toby would have wanted Gerella to deny his suggestion immediately, but her silence was worrying. There was nothing to control the Queen’s Authority yet but he and the others knew for a fact that the shell worked well to shield the rogues against Xandar. Tweaking the shell to be offensive rather than defensive might take less effort and time than having to come up with something from scratch to control Lucianne. It already worked so well in Blue Crescent. With some improvements on the shell they gave the decipio-proditors, there was no doubt that the hybrids would succeed. This was getting more messed-up by the second.

It just looked medieval and normal on the outside, in the inside it was modern. “Does that ship really capable of killing a Tier 4 Monsters on their own, Sire President?..”.(Army Knight Division Major Fontana De Ark) “It is…see that big guns on the front and back deck of that Coastal Patrol ships?..”. “Yes, I can see that…”.(Army Knight Division Major Fontana De Ark)

“Vanessa, what the hell are we searching for?” Vanessa’s voice changed into tight. “…Ships. But now I no longer like whatever I’ve ever seen.” Rachel groaned. “Let me guess—Watchers?” Vanessa swallowed. “Worse.” First Contact—Again The Watchers’ fleet changed into in contrast to whatever human minds ought to have predicted. No smooth hulls. No seen propulsion systems. Just monstrous, moving masses, mixing into the void, warping mild itself. I whispered, “They don’t use technology.”

Logan's suspicion was palpable, prompting Jock to retract his clairvoyance. 'That guy is something else!' Observing Logan on the ship's surveillance footage, Jock noticed a subtle smile playing on the edge of Logan's lips. "What is he trying to do?" Jock pondered this as an alarm blared inside the ship. "What's the status?" A super spaceship, constructed with biomaterials, operated with pre-warning systems, akin to a God Grader. The triggered alarm indicated imminent danger. Jock hastily pressed a few buttons. "Ship detection system engaged. Raised to Nightmare Level. Ship offensive system engaged. Charging… Charging complete… Ready to fire!"

"Purging biomass. Reclaiming hardware." From the underbelly of the massive Dreadnought, thousands of black streaks plummeted toward the earth like a meteor shower. They were "Void-Pods"—drop pods designed to deploy the Creators' shock troops: the Void-Hounds, twisted amalgamations of cloned flesh and cybernetic weaponry. "They’re trying to overwhelm the Dome's shields before the main cannon fires," Scarlett analyzed, her fingers flying across the Stellar Navigator while her jade brush painted frantic, glowing golden runes in the air. "System! Reroute all auxiliary power to the Nine-Heavens Defense Array!"

After a few minutes of walking the catwalks, his destination came into view. Attached to Docking Bay Alpha-Centauri-12 was a most peculiar ship. The three kilometer long vessel did not wield an armored prow, barely any superstructure to mention. If anything the bow looked more like an Alligator head. The main hull was relatively slender, blending with the larger bow head in the front, and the large engine bay in the back. The hull was flanked by two large flight-pods At the stern there were eight huge engines mounted around the main hull. Each engine had about a quarter of the total length of the ship. Overall the ship looked well armored. He tried, but Goradin could not find many lights ind