Transformers: Fall Of Cybertron Autobot Soldier Novels & Stories

"Tobin! Deploy the secondary asset!" Tobin materializes instantly from the rear compartment of the command transport, his hands efficiently unfolding a lightweight, high-tech carbon wheelchair. He steps directly into my path, bowing his head with absolute, unyielding dominion discipline. "Please, Master Afolayan, deposit your weight into the seat structure. The warlord commands it." My arms cross tightly over my chest, my voice hitting a stubborn, defensive register. "The diagnostic scans indicated simple surface abrasions on my joints, Tobin. My leg bones are completely intact."

Cain was an animal, but he could control himself, Kokabiel on the other hand… My eyes caught sight of the one Verity called Commander Ryan, his head being neatly removed from his shoulders by one of my children who had fallen prey to the dark whisperings. Commander Ryan’s head flew through the air in a graceful arc, his mouth open in a silent scream as his body still stood there a few moments before crumpling to the ground. My child flicked his sword, the droplets of blood splattering the ground as he strode toward his next victim. Before he made it far I watched as Liam leapt onto his back, his katana’s crossing in front of my son’s neck and severing it from his body in much the same manner

“Now you’ve fallen—you’ve lost everything you were meant to be—just because of me!” He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his gaze full of love and quiet certainty. “Haven’t I fallen hard enough? Long before I lost my wings… I had already fallen completely for you. And that fall was far deeper, far more real, and far more permanent than anything else I could ever experience.”

Delubyo turned at Nagar, spread its wings, and charged, scooping the sergeant in the air. And as soon as they were high enough, Lukas watched with a heavy heart as Delubyo and Nagar detonated in a bright orange flash, splattering the soldiers below in crimson and bits of organic flesh. Lukas peeked over Sitan, who was now starting to approach them after seeing Delubyo's death. He wandered his gaze everywhere, searching for any tools to help him kill the deity when his eyes landed on a still-running motorcycle belonging to the dead 666IB soldiers of the ODP.

Sergeant Hax was no fool and, that being the case, had detailed one member of the squad to watch their backs. His name was Guta. The soldier heard a noise, looked over the edge, and took a bullet between the eyes. He slumped forward. The waist high wall accepted his weight. Lance Corporal Frayer restored the heavily silences pistol to the specially designed shoulder holster, sent the spider robot up the wall, and watched the climbing rope follow. The machine picked it's way over the wall that circled the roof, drove a bolt down into the substructure, and sent video of what it saw.

I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning. Eren puts on his matte black integral helmet and springs one leg to the other side of his seat to sit on it. I admire him as he starts the mammoth machine, revving it a few times till it backfires a blue smoky light, causing a fractious pulsating sound. I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster.

My voice was barely a whisper, my mother was the only woman that had enough authority to scold me. Sophia smiled, "Aunty Mandz, he's in love." My mother stopped to look at my cousin, as she pushed her hair behind her ear. She saw the paper in Grayson's hands. "What's that?" She asked looking at Grayson sat alone in the swivel chair. "I've asked him to look into it. Her father was a soldier, he was listed as missing in action last year. Neither of them believe he is really dead." I answered.

The trailer surged forward, the sudden acceleration nearly sending Steve tumbling into the horde below. His stomach dropped as he wavered on the edge, arms pinwheeling before he found his center of gravity again. Falling wasn't an option—Alpha or not, he couldn't fight hundreds of mindless killing machines, especially not with the virus weakening his ability to transform.

The soldier's body convulsed, the life draining from him until Xandros tossed him aside like a discarded rag. Thane froze, his stomach churning. Shadows began to pulse around Xandros as the blood gave it strength. A second soldier swung his sword. The blade struck the creature's arm but bounced off harmlessly. Xandros’s claws ripped upward, severing the man's arm from his shoulder. The soldier screamed, stumbling back, but Xandros didn't give him time to fall. It lunged forward, grabbing the man's head and pulling sharply until his neck stretched unnaturally. The creature snapped his head off with one powerful jerk, holding it briefly before throwing it into the crowd.

The serum slowed down his perception of time; the suit compensated for the recoil. Two soldiers charged him with combat knives. Sebastian caught the first man’s wrist. With the hydraulic assist, he snapped the arm like a dry twig. He spun and kicked the second man in the chest. CRUNCH. The man flew twenty feet, smashing into a forklift. "He's a monster!" one of the surviving soldiers screamed in Russian. "No," Sebastian’s amplified voice boomed. "I am the CEO." He grabbed a heavy machine gun turret ripped from a destroyed jeep. It weighed 80 pounds. He held it with one hand. BRRRRRRRT. A wall of lead tore through the enemy cover. Wood splintered. Concrete exploded. The Crimson Guard retreate