Novel & Cerita Transformers Optimus Prime Fanart

The Transformers lie in the realm of tomorrow; the very distant tomorrow. Still, Mr. Lapuz was greatly amused by Ecto 2.0, the robo-puppy that Terra had gifted Kate. He was blown away by how lifelike it behaved. Its prick ears gently pulling back, its tail wagging, its four jointed legs much more flexible than his own arthritic two. Ecto 2.0 also had these expressive, big blue anime eyes made of OLED. The same eyes were equipped with depth cameras that allowed it to gauge any terrain and relay the most apt maneuver to its small but powerful legs. Lastly, Ecto 2.0 was equipped with AI and could remember the layout of Kate’s room and the whole house plus the faces of the people constantly arou

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.

With eyes seemingly blazing from determination, Sir Rigor's energy can't get any more infectious. When I was a kid, I was an avid fan of the transformers. Optimus Prime's motivational speeches had me standing on my theatre seat and convinced me to fight the Decepticons. Sir Rigor resembles him right now. "We're ready when you're ready, Miles. Ten thousand of my men are encircling the harbor... " With my fingers shivering and my head facing the ground, I muttered, "Before I use my enhancement, I have a request, Sir Rigor."

She couldn't believe she was captivated by Optimus Prime like that. Fahira walked awkwardly like a robot until a loud voice snapped her back to reality. "Fahira, come on! Snap out of it!" Mira yelled, who apparently was still waiting at her cubicle. "What's wrong with you guys? You're so annoying! You said Optimus Prime hadn't arrived yet? Well, he's in there!" Fahira retorted, annoyed. Silence followed. Mira and Susi exchanged puzzled looks, not understanding Fahira's words.

"Look closely, bro! It's Transformers! It's Optimus Prime! "What's with the lack of reaction? Are you even a man?" "But my girlfriend is still waiting …" "They can't compare to Optimus Prime!"

Helen who looked pale and worried. And on the floor of Alina's room, scattered just inside the door, shards of blue and red plastic. Alina stared at them with genuine horror. "That's not..." her voice came out weak, shocked. "I didn't..." Daniel stepped inside, knelt down, picked up one of the pieces. Turned it in his fingers with slow, deliberate movements. "Blue plastic," he said with a voice that was too calm. "With red accents. Exactly like Optimus Prime."

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

I blinked, my eyes sweeping across the room. The walls were covered with huge murals of Optimus Prime and Bumblebee, the colors blue and red dominating all sides of the room. On the shelves beside the bed, dozens of Transformers robots in various sizes are lined up. Some are brand new, and some look like they've been played with a lot. In the corner of the room is a small table with a blue ergonomic chair, complete with a reading lamp in the shape of Megatron's head. Most strikingly, the blanket on his bed was Transformers-patterned, with a picture of Optimus Prime looking straight at me.

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Resting his head on the top of my own, we waited until Tenny seemed to find what he was looking for. "Ah, yes." He pointed to a page that was decorated in gold and silver - actual flakes of the elements if I wasn't mistaken. "This figure is the Prime." The figure was neither male or female by external markers. Haloed in colors from concentric circles of palest to darkest, the Prime stood on what looked to be a bed of snakes. Each snake was eating the tail of the snake closest to it. Each snake was a slightly different color as well. Dozens of lines ran from Prime to the snakes. From Prime's hands, body, face, feet. Everywhere. Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll.