Novel & Cerita Transformers: Fall Of Cybertron Autobot Soldier

"We need to take down Dr. Cho before she can finish repairing the armor." "With all due respect, fearless leader of the OutCasts," I say as I turn and start to walk, "But I know about your power. You used them even a little and you're wiped out. You can barely stand. Do yourself a favor and get out. I'll handle Dr. Cho." "No way," QuickShot screams. As I walk away, QuickShot grabs my shoulder and turns me around. "I'm a soldier," she pants. "In case you didn't know. Do you know what that means?"

'Kalias', she thought and for some reason, she didn’t feel relieved but worried. With an impulse she got up from the bed, took the first thing she saw in front of her - an old yellowish shirt -, and dressed. Her feet, hands and body - seemed to scream for her to lie down, but still, Alice threw herself against the window, against that damn tree and fell down - only to face a depressing version of Kalias, a version fallen to the ground, bleeding with absurdly deep cuts that lacerated his chest. "Did you think you could hide here forever?" A being who seemed to have been trying to force a transformation even without the moon, growled. He had part of his arms transformed, his fangs were too big

Elemental fury rained down, fire, ice, lightning, bathing the battlefield in chaos and hope. And then the Humans. Aaron didn't return but the warriors were all present. Their armoured trucks rumbled in with blazing headlights . Warriors spilt from them with grim expressions and weapons forged from both metal and artifacts. They fired glowing rounds, netting down hybrids with precision, working shoulder-to-shoulder with the supernatural without hesitation.

His eyes widened, realization dawning on him that his end was near. He let out a weak laugh. "This...this isn’t over.” With one last burst of energy, he shifted back to human form, collapsing in defeat beneath me. Suddenly, a blast of dark energy erupted from the far edge of the field, and I caught a glimpse of Tiffany herself, her eyes glowing with an unnatural light when she pushed forward, his aura radiating with an ominous power. Behind her, more shadows emerged—rogues, humans, and mutated hybrids—a twisted army under her control.

Lyra’s voice echoed inside his skull, more thought than sound. ​They were standing in the ruins of a high-security barracks. Around them, Thorne’s cybernetic soldiers lay in heaps of melting alloy. Lyra’s eyes, swirling with black gravitational ink, searched his. "You’re flickering. Stay with me. We have to reach the Core." ​"The video, Lyra," Aero rasped, his voice sounding like grinding tectonic plates. "If I’m one of them... then what am I doing to this place?"

Annabelle looked away as she felt her face was turning red. “He says hi,” Jenny shrugged Annabelle. “You answer?” “No way!” she exclaimed as she just ignored the soldiers. “Are you girls headed home? Let us take you,” the pale skinned soldier said. “Anna, let’s be friendly with them.” “You can talk to them if you want to. I don’t mind.” Annabelle didn’t care and just continued to walk leaving Jenny behind. She then heard her friend talking to these men. “Yes sir, we’re headed home. But no, thank you. We’re fine. My friend already left me..so buhbye!” She then rushed and chased Annabelle.

Soldiers clad in armor came out carrying nets and prods that hissed with high-voltage currents. Aaron said "Give us the boy, Elara. He does not belong to the pack anymore. He belongs to the New Republic. We are going to use the Void in his chest to power the grid. A clean infinite energy source for the people who actually built this world." Damon tried to stand. The soldiers fired cables at him. These cables wrapped around his body discharging a high-frequency pulse that sent him crashing back into the snow. Elara lunged for the cables. Aaron stepped between her and the Alpha. He had a black rod in his hand.

I lay in the dark, somewhere below the Abyssal Engine. I had fallen. The grate had collapsed. I remembered hitting something... then sliding... then heat. I opened my eyes. Red light. I was lying on a ledge of rock. Below me, maybe fifty feet down, was a river of magma. The heat was intense, baking my armor. "Alive," I croaked. My throat was full of ash. I tried to move. My leg didn't respond. I looked down. My leg was pinned. Not by a rock. By the Titan. The broken chassis of the cyborg assassin was lying across my lower body. It was dead —its generator smashed, its limbs twisted. But it was heavy. Five hundred pounds of dead iron anchoring me to the ledge. "Get... off," I gritted out, pus

A hiss of equalizing pressure, and then our hatch was being pried open from the outside. Jeff moved to stand in front of Lina and me, his useless arm held tight to his chest, his body a final, weary barricade. The hatch swung open. Standing there wasn't a soldier or a curator. It was a being with four arms and a carapace of iridescent chitin, its face a mask of complex, empathetic eyes. It wore a simple engineer's jumpsuit, stained with grease. In its upper hands, it held not a weapon, but a massive power-cell, trailing thick cables. In its lower hands, it held a container of water and a bundle of cloth.

Was I going to be a useless, fragile creature forever? More voices broke into the building, and my fear peaked—until I realized it was our own soldiers, led by Gamma Thane. “Oh shit!” one of the last remaining enemy soldiers yelled. “We’re done for. But at least I’ll take the Omega Luna down with us!” He came rushing toward me. Khalid was distracted, buried in the heat of the fight as Gamma Thane’s men joined the fray. Seeing the soldier charging at me, I lost all sense of survival instincts. I wanted to scream, but I knew no sound would come out.