Transformers Idw Rodimus Novels & Stories

Dupont of the Alchemy Department, Prof. Reginald Morell of Arcane Arts, Prof. Dimitrio of Herbology, and Prof. Raevers of charms. There was also a hooded person with them who seemed to be floating on air, beside whom stood the groundskeeper and head of Cryptozoology, Damien Wolvesbane. “Pan Phineas!” Dorin called to the hooded person who slightly tilted his head.

We were still standing at the front of his truck, with the garage doors still closed in front of us. A few feet off to my left, my eyes landed on a pink-ruby man with chin- length hair. He wasn’t particularly tall or strong, but something about his face made him look trustworthy. “Who the hell are you?” I demanded. “And why shouldn’t I kill you for listening in to a private conversation?” I didn’t know how he’d hidden himself; I hadn’t seen or smelled him nearby while I talked to Merrick. “Lenard Rhimes, mosquito shifter. Head of the insect swarms.” He held out a hand, which I didn’t shake. “I’d like to be added to your list of possible mates.”

She just had to keep swallowing hard. She reached out to her cup of water and drank it at once with shaky hands. "So what are you guys?" "We are known to be just TRANSFORMERS. This means we can take up any form of anything or anyone we wish. We also can create confusion and tamper with one's mind or thoughts without going through the whole spell thing - ours is natural and we are smooth at it." Pan praised their qualities. Jane forced a subtle smile and looked away. It was good they were normal compared to the beast that she had met.

A voice filled the air, cold and mechanical. "This is General Drax of the Exodus Initiative. We have returned to the Cradle to find it infested with the Chimera. You have traded your human sovereignty for the instincts of beasts. We are the Iron-Kin. We are the Unchanged. Prepare for Sanitization." The Logic-Virus