Transformers Prime Barricade Novels & Stories

"Zenith Prime is designed to withstand a supernova. Brute force won't get us inside." "Then we don't use brute force," Sebastian looked down at his wife, a cold, calculated smirk playing on his lips. The King of Wall Street was back in his element. "We pick the lock." [The Trojan Horse] Harper placed her hands against the primary navigation console. "Elara," Harper called out to the silver-skinned scavenger, who was staring at the golden planet in absolute terror. "You said you were a mechanic for the Empire. How do supply ships pass through the barrier?"

Yet in all of this he kept his eyes on the figure of Black Saga, and rightly so. The large rod streaked through the air like a bullet, and lodged itself into the barricade that separated the audience from the field. *Bang* The barricade was made of strong bricks and minerals, yet that didn’t save it from the might of the powerful weapon. Almost half of the rod was lodged into the barricade, and the people closest to it gulped down saliva nervously upon feeling the tenacious spirit of the rod. They felt chilly all over, knowing that were it not for the barricade, that rod would have easily ended their lives if it got to them.

Daryl guided them in. They hooked up the tow truck to the barricade and began pulling it away from the door. It slowly started to give. The truck inched forward when the barricade snapped and sent a piece flying. “Look out.” Ashur shouted as the piece landed in the chest of a man. “Shit.” They all ran to the man. “He’s dead. They’re traces of silver in that barricade.” Jakes said. “Nezerra, Tanner, this guy belong to one of you.” He said not recognizing the man.

A series of heavy titanium shutters began grinding their way down over the gaping hole, cutting off the view of the drone and the city. Prime didn’t wait. She moved with terrifying efficiency, a ghost in the chaos. She was already inside, ducking behind a reinforced support column as the shutters sealed us in. The drone outside unleashed a volley of fire against the new barrier, the impacts sounding like a monstrous drumbeat against the metal. The sudden semi-darkness was punctuated by the flickering emergency lights and the glow of Prime’s rifle as she swept the room. “You can’t hide from the protocol, Architect,” her voice echoed, devoid of any emotion. “The flaw must be excised.”

Keiran scoffed, a bitter sound. “Superior?” he snapped. “To Prima wolves? That makes no sense.” Barrow’s gaze sharpened. “Prima wolves guard the barrier,” he said. “They reinforce it. They sense it. They mend what tears. Phantom wolves… are what the barrier fears.” That line made the room go colder. I watched Ethan’s face tighten. Watched Ingrid’s eyes flash. Watched Keiran’s throat bob as if he’d swallowed something sharp. Elder Maelin leaned forward slightly.

“The barricade will hold until then?” I pointed straight at the barricade. “It’s still holding,” I added. “We leave before dawn. That’s the new plan.” Tarlok swallowed hard. “I hope you’re right,” he said quietly, “because if you’re not, then I should start saying my last prayers to the Moon Goddess.”

I said, "keep filming. If the world stops watching, the ink runs dry." --- ### The Gates of Prime We ran. Rowan, Sam, and a dozen other "Restored" survivors followed the golden path. We didn't need cars. The road moved beneath us, a treadmill of pure intent. As we reached the gates of the Aethel-Prime tower, the "Real World" security was waiting. They weren't robots. They were men in black tactical gear, holding rifles. "Stop!" the commander yelled. "You are trespassing on private property! These 'Organisms' are corporate assets!"

Fortunately, Warzone stepped in and used a shield she had generated to block the attack. After that happened, Plymouth used his gravity powers to manipulate the wreckage on the facility floor and repelled them against us. But Vicegrip then charged up his arms to slice up the debris. Then Primal kneed Stronghold in his gut to weaken his hold on him. " Ouch! You son of a bitch! ” Stronghold said. He then pulled back his arm and slammed Primal’s head on the ground. " Primal!” I screamed. ” I then used my tiger shrouds and flew above Stronghold while he kept his hand pressed down on Rick’s head.

"Your behavioral modifications remain entirely transparent, Lardon." "The separation pact will render my transparency irrelevant—" I initiated, but my vocal cords were cut off as the heavy iron barriers parted. The Alpha-Prime crossed the threshold without executing a single backward glance, his heavy combat boots thundering down the stone corridor as his form vanished into the defensive lines. "If the weapon contracts hadn't been locked down during the previous moon-turn, my claws would have torn that scholar's academic titles to bloody shreds!" Thalia roared the microsecond our armored transport cleared the perimeter gates. "Parading through the Nexus like he commands the northern borders!

Through the camera’s viewfinder, he captured soldiers at the barricades, their faces drawn with fear and determination, as they unleashed a hail of bullets into the horde. “These are no longer people again,” Rachel whispered into her microphone, her usually steady voice trembling. “This is a real war Nigerias. And we are losing it." Suddenly, a loud crash echoed across the camp. One section of the barricade near the western flank gave way, the weight of the zombies proving too much. Like water through a broken dam, they poured in, swarming the soldiers in their path. “Western flank has been breached!” someone shouted over the din. “Fall back! Everybody fall back!”