Romans & histoires Transformers: Fall Of Cybertron Autobot Soldier

She was at the airport, busy sending Ian off. The system even streamed the live footage for me. I watched them embrace tightly. Ian kissed her, and though Diane turned her head slightly, she didn't pull away. To any onlooker, they looked like lovers torn apart by reluctant separation. My face turned ashen. I silently activated the robot I had long prepared. Then I closed my eyes and never opened them again. The system handled the disposal of my body. Then it asked me: [Host, you've willingly abandoned your mission, transferring the cancer cells meant for your target into your own body. Are you certain you have no regrets?]

The drop-pod slammed into the surface of the dark-matter satellite with bone-rattling force. The doors blew off, and Marcus was the first one out, his massive golden shield deployed. He absorbed a barrage of purple plasma fire from the satellite's automated defenses. "Clear the ramp!" Marcus roared, his boots grinding into the metallic surface. Charon slipped out of the pod like a wisp of smoke, bypassing the plasma fire entirely. His shadow blades flashed, instantly decapitating three grotesque, cybernetic sentries that guarded the entrance to the server farm.

Victoria tried to retreat but Kane was already there, moving through our defensive line like it did not exist. Albert stepped between Kane and me, weapon raised. "You are not taking her." Kane's human eye focused on Albert. Something flickered—recognition maybe, or the ghost of consciousness fighting programming. "Obstacle detected. Albert Morrison. Former asset. Now classified as enemy combatant. Elimination authorized." Kane's mechanical arm shifted. A blade emerged, six inches of carbon steel integrated into the prosthetic. Albert fired. Three shots, center mass. They hit Kane's armored chest and ricocheted harmlessly.

Throb. With every pulse, the Titan grew weaker. The massive armored suit began to sag. "Empty," the boy commanded. There was a sickening crunch. The sound of a body imploding inside a metal shell. The Titan collapsed. He fell backward into the snow with a ground-shaking thud. The armor clattered, now just a hollow cage containing dust and bones. My son hovered in the air above the fallen giant. He was glowing. The purple light was so bright it hurt my eyes.

He held a long shard of the blue glass from the butterfly jar in his hand. "Get away from my wife," Bryan growled. He didn't run; he blurred. He was across the room in a heartbeat. He slammed into the silver soldiers guarding Evelyn, his movements a mix of human skill and machine speed. He fought with a desperation that made the ground shake. "Bryan!" I yelled. Evelyn didn't look afraid. She looked annoyed. "The glitch is back. Soldiers, terminate the host!" Two silver soldiers raised their red energy staffs, but Bryan was faster. He drove the blue glass shard into the floor. A massive pulse of blue light shot out, short-circuiting the soldiers' armor. They fell to the floor, their systems h

Frost spiderwebbed across the rotting leaves. ​The soldier hesitated, his bravado shattering into pure, primal terror. "What... what are you?" he shrieked. ​I didn't know. My hands moved on their own. A dark, crimson aura flickered over my fingers—not claws, but an agonizing, focused energy. ​I stood up, my movements unnatural, fluid, predatory. ​SLASH! ​I swiped the air, and a shockwave of red energy ripped through the space. The soldier was thrown back, his chest scorched by an energy that burned like frozen fire.