Transformers Energon Optimus Supreme Novels & Stories

"Look closely, bro! It's Transformers! It's Optimus Prime! "What's with the lack of reaction? Are you even a man?" "But my girlfriend is still waiting …" "They can't compare to Optimus Prime!"

At the same time, he kept an eye on his weapons’ energy usage and noted how much damage they were able to sustain during their attack. He was incredibly pleased at their current efficiency, though he knew that it could be even better. “Send a note to the machinechief,” commanded the swarmchief. “Have him optimize power usage by 5%. Tell him he has once cycle to accomplish it, or I will find someone else to take his place.” “Yes, swarmchief.” He turned his head to the other side, and glanced at a few reports regarding the remaining Hegemony forces. There were a few cruisers, six destroyers, and a dozen frigates left. Whatever fighters leftover were negligible.

They're puppets. "Then we're doing them a favor by stopping them," Damian replied. Gamma's expression shifted slightly, the first hint of emotion I'd seen from any of them. "You presume capability exceeds reality," he said. "We are optimized. Enhanced. Superior to natural resurrection. You cannot win." "Let's test that theory," Damian said. And the battle began.

"Five hundred billion supernatural credits, converted into raw kinetic output. Consider this a signing bonus. Now get up there and form a defensive perimeter!" The Arbiter gasped as the massive influx of pure, refined obligation energy slammed into her form. The marble of her skin glowed blindingly white. Across the ocean, the crystalline spires of the Old Ones' floating city erupted with renewed, terrifying power. Up in orbit, the battered Remnant Fleet suddenly flared with golden light as their weapon banks supercharged. "We... we have never possessed such concentrated fuel," the Arbiter breathed, her fear replaced by a sudden, intoxicating rush of power.