Transformers Prime Barricade Novels & Stories

With a scanner that doesn’t look like it fell off the back of an arms deal, “Warehouse,” Dima cut in. “We’ve got doctors. Gear. We—” A sharp curse. “Roadblock ahead!” the driver yelled. Kael looked up. A section of the outer fence had collapsed, spilling debris across the access road. Concrete blocks, twisted rebar, one overturned security vehicle forming an ugly barricade. “We’re not stopping,” Kael said. “We don’t have wings,” the driver shot back. “Ideas?” “Go through the small stuff,” Jace said over comms from Bravo. “Shoot the big stuff.”

He stared at the city spread out below him—a grid of lights that he was slowly conquering. "Make it fifteen," Cyprian said. Sato blinked. "Fifteen? Sir, that’s not a residential wall. That’s a prison barricade." "I want reinforced concrete," Cyprian continued, ignoring the protest. "Steel core. Anti-climb sensors. And the glass facing the city... make it bulletproof. Triple-pane. One-way tint." "You want to see them, but you don't want them to see you," Sato interpreted. "Precisely."

We can’t match their speed or their knowledge of the area. By the early morning, the bears have boxed us in. They’ve used their trucks and other vehicles to make a barricade, trapping us against the ridge. Now, it’s just us, a bunch of bear shifters, and the huge pile of explosives they’ve already created at the foot of the ridge. The battle slows, all of us breathing heavily, bears and wolves alike looking battered and exhausted. Barrett climbs onto the roof of his truck, standing as tall as he can with his short and stocky frame. He raises some kind of device in his hand and points at the ridge where his clan has piled the explosives.

He understood that Adrian had a plan, and that acting impulsively might ruin everything. A terrifying power surged out, and Adrian watched with a steely gaze. It was unclear how long this standoff would last, but he sensed a resolution might be close. “Let’s see what happens soon,” he murmured as the ominous energy relentlessly battered the barrier before them. Boom! A powerful surge struck the barrier, causing everyone to tense up, watching in horror as the once-sturdy barrier trembled under the relentless onslaught. The rip expanded, and, to everyone's shock, the barrier fractured even further.

The entire stone chamber was violently vibrating. Dust and jagged pebbles rained down from the low ceiling as the rhythmic, deafening thudding on the other side of the wall reached a catastrophic crescendo. "The structural integrity is gone!" Eric yelled. He drew his heavy sidearm, stepping directly in front of my limp, dying body, shielding me with his own. "The barricade can't hold for another ten seconds! Get ready!" "May the ancestors guide our claws," Simon muttered. His voice was flat—a chilling mixture of profound agony and absolute, warrior's acceptance as he stepped up to the line, raising his rifle.

The other looters scattered like rats. “Get back to your homes,” Cassandra called after them sharply. “The real fight is not over yet.” Most of the straddlers they passed did not attempt to interfere with their movement. As they neared the western gate, a blockage manned by city guards stood in their way. The barricade looks sturdy and defensive in appearance, constructed from thick tough-hewn wooden planks reinforced with crossbeams and sharpened stakes. The timber looks weathered and heavy, designed to withstand attacks. Mounted along the barricade a dark blue banners and cloth panels embroider with golden heraldic emblem resembling a royal crest. These banners ripple slightly in the breez

The grand oak doors of the inner keep did not survive the first strike. Three Alpha-vanguard warriors in their half-shifted, towering beast forms slammed their shoulders into the reinforced wood. The iron hinges shrieked, the wood splintered, and the massive barricade collapsed inward with a deafening crash that echoed through the vaulted ceilings of the bastion’s sanctuary.

he barked. Elena protested. "What about you?" "I said now!" As the women rushed through a secure corridor to the underground vault, Tomiwa took position beside the outer barricade. The guards held strong, despite the ferocity of the assault. Bullets screamed through the trees. Grenades thumped against reinforced walls but failed to breach.

"Malik is a gravitational anomaly. He could theoretically lift the barricade right off the highway." "He could," Baraka agreed, his violet eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "But lifting a hundred tons of welded steel requires extreme, localized concentration. While he’s focused on the wall, he is vulnerable. That barricade isn't meant to stop him; it’s meant to buy us the ten seconds we need to strike." Baraka turned to Daniel Maxwell, who had just finished his sparring session and was walking toward the water barrels near the dais. "Daniel," Baraka called out.

The Barricade fell forwards and began sliding down the ramp, its flat frontal armour smashed apart by the impact. The weight of the sliding Barricade buckled the legs of both Predators, hurling them off the bridge. The Barricade quickly followed suit, rolling over once before dropping off the ramp. Only one command capsule leapt from the wreckage as the mechs tumbled off the ramp, falling almost five times their combined height before smashing into the terrain below. In the horror of the moment, it all made sense. The sudden failure of Martin's prosthetic arm. The collapse of the Barricade that had charged Fisk.