Transformers: Fall Of Cybertron Autobot Soldier Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Everyone hold position." "Wise decision," Dr. Vex said. "Though I should clarify, standing down won't save you. It will simply make the capture process less painful." One of the younger pack warriors, a hot headed male named Derek, ignored my command. He shifted into wolf form and charged at the nearest soldier. Dr. Vex didn't even flinch. She pressed a button on a device at her wrist. A high pitched sonic pulse erupted from the soldier's weapon. The sound was agonizing, pitched specifically to target supernatural hearing. Derek collapsed mid charge, whimpering, unable to complete his shift. His body flickered between human and wolf, trapped in a painful half state.

The vault obeyed. Doors sealed with seismic force. Vents rerouted. Gravity shifted just enough to throw the remaining soldiers off-balance. One turned toward me, eyes wide with dawning horror. “Iteration,” he hissed, raising his weapon. I met his gaze, palm flat against the console. “No,” I said quietly. “I’m the rollback.” I slammed my hand down. He didn’t fall. He vanished—ejected from the room’s logic like corrupted code. Lucien was at my side instantly, blood streaking his jaw, silver fire burning in his eyes.

"You have the Red Blood. It belongs to the Hive. Relinquish the Source, or I will delete this sector and everyone in it." The armored version of me raised a hand, and a beam of red energy incinerated the truck directly behind us, turning twenty Resistance soldiers into ash in a heartbeat. "She’s a **Counter-Build**," Fenris growled, drawing his broadsword. "The Reapers didn't just reboot. They printed a version of you that doesn't have a heart."

Vance whispered, his voice shaking as he stood near the core transformer console. His synthetic jaw-ports weren't flickering with their usual steady amber anymore; they were completely dead, dark holes in his skin that looked like old bullet wounds. He didn't have his data-slate, but he didn't need it. Ten feet away, the heavy ceramic cooling tubes lining the master panel—the ones we had just slaved to the frozen constructs of the Zinc Vanguard—suddenly stopped weeping their green grease. The internal copper coils didn't spark; they simply went cold, the gentle violet hum of our open-source distribution grid dying instantly into a terrifying, hollow silence.

“We are not incomplete. This family is ours.” Elias fired a shot down the hallway, voice steady. “Two soldiers down! But more are coming. Theo, cover the left!” Theo nodded, eyes glowing faintly. “I can feel their power. It’s like ours but colder. They don’t have love — they only have orders.” Damien reloaded his weapon, jaw clenched. “We fall back to the inner nursery. Protect the twenty at all costs. Hope, stay between us.” They moved as one unit through the flickering corridors. Explosions rocked the walls. Sparks rained from damaged panels. One of Victor’s enhanced soldiers burst around the corner, eyes burning gold.

I yelled, sprinting toward the first soldier who cleared the inner threshold. The soldier turned toward me. His face was a mask of scar tissue and titanium implants. His eyes were not silver or violet; they were a dull, dead grey, fixed on me with a terrifying lack of recognition. He didn't see a woman or a doctor. He saw an obstacle in a path of pre-programmed coordinates.

an upbeat tune sprang from a nearby armory, a service bot’s eyes shone as bright as the sun directing the two towards the ammo dump. “Hello Tommy” groaned Frank, the drone was obnoxious. “What should I set you up with sir? Let me guess, Fusion cutters? Lightning guns? How about a .75 cal puncher gun?” “Just scan what I have Tommy!” Frank reacted, the bot having some modicum of emotions programmed into its being attempted a sad look, as it loaded the arbiter with the necessary load out.

I felt a wave of appreciation and thankfulness, mingled with the lingering sadness of Levine's death. Xavier outmaneuvered the soldier with a final, conclusive strike, disarming him with a smooth flick of his wrist. The soldier's blade clattered to the ground, rendering him powerless in the face of Xavier's power. My vision was obscured by a haze of pain, and the torment I felt was nearly unbearable. My efforts to stay conscious were unsuccessful, and I found myself falling asleep. As my eyes drooped, my final glance was locked on the young Xavier, engaged in a ferocious battle against the unyielding Soldier, whose tenacity appeared insurmountable.

the computer voice droned. Four silver soldiers slid out from a nearby building. They didn’t walk—they rolled, fast, on wheels built into their feet. Their glass faces caught the starlight. “I’ve got them!” Raven shouted, leaping forward. Her arms, laced with gold wires, moved faster than thought. She didn’t stab—she just pressed a hand to the first soldier’s chest. The silver armor melted away, spilling off like water. Underneath was a guy in a t-shirt, blinking in shock.

I threw myself from the command center balcony, using a localized Gravity-Bypass to slow my descent as I soared toward the glassy crater where Xander lay. [SYSTEM_LOG: EMERGENCY_RECOVERY_PHASE_INITIATED] [CORE_TEMP: COOLING] [HEARTBEAT_DETECTED: IRREGULAR_CADENCE] I hit the ground running, my boots skidding on the obsidian surface of the crater. The Alliance soldiers around me were nothing but empty husks, their "Sync-Suits" flickering with a dull, grey light as the "Cloud" connection died. They weren't dead, but their minds had been Uninstalled.