Transformers Decepticons Soldiers Novels & Stories

Damien moved like a shadow, a gun in one hand, claws in the other — in full control of the lycan within him. Aurora stayed close, plugging into the central terminal as alarms wailed. “I’m in,” she gasped. “Copying the data—wait, there’s more. Blueprints. Names. Politicians. Monroe has people everywhere.” “Take it all,” Damien growled. The lab door blew open — and the room flooded with soldiers. Hybrid soldiers. They weren’t fully human. They weren’t fully anything. Eyes glowing, teeth bared. They didn’t speak. Just attacked.

Their heads were sensor clusters glowing with a singular red eye. Their right arms ended in rotary cannons. Their left arms were anti-riot shock prods, crackling with enough electricity to jumpstart a city. "Titans!" Ben screamed, his voice muffled by the mask. "We can't fight those! Small arms are useless!" The Titans stepped onto the maintenance rails. They didn't need to walk the bridge; they had magnetic clamps on their boots. They walked heavily along the walls, flanking the team, their cannons spinning up with a sound like tearing canvas.

“Matthew?” “Save the chit-chat, we gotta find a way out of this!” A girl from Isaac’s group said. “IS there a way out of THIS?!” A boy from Isaac’s group said. He then had to block an incoming scorpion soldier’s punch. The scorpion soldiers were built like tanks. Their armour was much thicker and tougher than the worker scorpions. Their pincers were not exactly pincers but more like boxing gloves, only made of hard exoskeleton. Their stingers were also not exactly venomous since they major in punching their foes.

Player 7. She didn't know whether to thank god that her life was spared or to get even more frightened about what she is about to face right now. If she is to choose, she'd rather die from the guy's bullet than to get tortured by this player. Player 7 walked towards Eleonna. She removed her black coat as she wiped her hands on it. She's now wearing a turtle neck shirt. Now that she removed her cover, Eleonna got a better look at her. She had a dark red permed hair, she also had a sharp eyes that made her look like a fox. To Eleonna's surprise, she smiled at her.

“They obey you... like puppets.” “Not puppets,” he corrected with a chuckle. “Soldiers. And very soon, an unstoppable army.” The scientist glanced back at the row of beasts, then turned to me again, his voice laced with hunger for power. “They’re all ready for deployment. We just need your signal—who do you want to send next?” I shook my head slowly, eyes never leaving the largest beast, its muscles rippling beneath scarred skin. “No, not one. This time, we’re unleashing them all.”

Westley stumbled back before showing utter disbelief. He did not think Harvey would be as fierce in such circumstances. He had a dozen genetically enhanced soldiers with him! ‘Doesn’t he realize how strong these soldiers are?! “Kill him!” exclaimed Westley. He furiously made a gesture after that. The soldiers, with strange looks, charged forward. Some instantly grew sharp fingernails, a few grew fur from their faces, and others were seen with glowing green eyes. These genetically enhanced soldiers had some beastly characteristics. Their strength and speed were unlike any ordinary martial artist.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds and opened them again. "Let's dance." When he opened them again, the cabin disappeared, and his vision was much broader. He felt raw power coursing through his veins, and his mind was clear as the day. The soldiers clad in EXO armor were still trying to attack him, but only the Rail guns could deal any real damage to the mech, which was low enough to be ignored. [Back-up arrives in 00:00:03:59] [Time remaining until self-destruction: 00:00:04:55]

But it was what came behind them that truly terrified me. Three figures, each standing twenty feet tall, covered in silver armor that seemed to absorb light. They moved with impossible grace for their size, and where their feet touched the ground, the earth withered. "Titan-class hybrids," Chen whispered—she'd been conscripted as our intelligence officer, her knowledge too valuable to waste. "Theoretical only, I thought. The energy required to maintain that size should be impossible." "Unless they're using multiple power sources," I realized. "How many Moonsingers did the Council really kill? How many did they harvest?"

--he glanced at his wristwatch--"at 5pm. So goodbye then! You guys take care!” “Okay, be safe!” Jenny responded. After their discussion about their report, they decided to go home. As usual, they walked their way. Suddenly, they heard a deep voice not from afar. “Hi girls!” They heard from a smiling man wearing a white sleeveless shirt. He’s with that tanned soldier that Annabelle had thought of earlier. He was now wearing a black shirt paired with a green walking shorts and black running shoes. He looked mysterious with his green cap. Annabelle thought that maybe that was their uniform. He was just staring at them. Annabelle looked away as she felt her face was turning red.