Transformers Prime Devastator Novels & Stories

frequency into it. ​"You’re just a recording," Leo growled, his eyes burning orange. "And I’m the one who’s deleting the file." ​The silver circuits in Leo’s arm flared white. The feedback traveled into the Prime, causing its skin to pixelate and tear. The "Clean" DNA inside the Prime began to boil, the biological and digital components of the construct fighting each other. With a final, massive surge of energy, Leo threw the Prime into the carrier’s intake manifold.

I narrowed my eyes and moved through them, swinging my axe with deadly accuracy. “Eugenius! I already took your left hand. Now I’ll take your head.” I called out, pointing my axe at my predecessor. The red aura that has been growing stronger around me surrounded my axe. The blood of the men I killed for standing in my way dripped from its blade. It is time to fulfill the prophecy. I am the Destroyer, and the fall of Olympus is in my hands. I shall not fail my people. I will not fail this world. I will not fail Ismene-Eirene.

A plaque beneath reads: Bethany Nott (1977-2060) Designer. Survivor. Mother. Warrior. Teacher. She was reborn not to destroy him, but to create this—a legacy of healing that outlived all the hatred. May we all choose as bravely.

"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

She was fighting, not just the Prototype, but the very essence of Julian trying to subsume her. Sentinel Prime, sensing the imminent destruction of his power source, roared and charged through the collapsing vault. He reached them, his clawed hand raised for a final, killing blow. But he was too late. The Prototype pod didn't just discharge; it imploded, sucking the violent red light and energy into Jade and Caspian. The white sphere of energy around them pulsed once, twice, and then detonated outward. Sentinel Prime was caught in the blast. His obsidian skin shattered, revealing the burning, violet core beneath. He screamed, a sound of pure digital agony, as he was ripped apart by the feedb

And while they completely overwhelmed the devastator’s power system inside, the thick layer of nanites voraciously ate through the chitin outside. It was clear that the Einherjar’s devastator was far from done, and kept on throwing mortars at it even after it started seeing the exoframe. Many who were paying attention on the battlefield watched with horror as Thanatos literally flooded its enemy with dozens and dozens of ravenous mortars. The Imperial devastator shuddered and shivered as it was struck over and over again by Thanatos’ unrelenting barrage. It began to list and fall as its internal systems were chewed out and emptied at a frightening pace.

“You’ll shoot me, Roman? After all the years you spent running in circles around your guilt?” Roman’s jaw tightened. Eden took a slow breath. “This ends here.” Valeska smiled. “Then let’s make it count.” With a flick of her hand, the monolith began to hum louder. The rings spun faster, lights pulsing. And then the chamber shuddered. Doors slammed shut. Alarms wailed. Kessler’s voice broke through the earpiece, panicked. “You’ve triggered a defense lock. She’s activating Project Caldera!” Valeska raised her voice over the sound. “I built this as a legacy, Eden. You were meant to lead it. You still can.”

"I’m giving them back their debt." The obsidian crystal cracked. A jagged line of white-violet light tore through the center of the Master Battery. The feedback hit Jago’s console, exploding in a shower of blue sparks that sent him flying across the room. The shields vanished. Dante lunged forward, his salvaged core glowing. He didn't hit Jago; he hit the primary stabilization valve for the tanks. With a hiss of steam, the pressure in the Vault equalized. The violet liquid in the tanks drained into the floor, and the glass doors slid open.

[ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: THE MOTHER] [STATUS: TERMINAL PETRIFICATION 94%] [VERDICT: EXHAUSTED CONDUCTOR] The Prime’s voice wasn't a sound; it was a tectonic roar that bypassed my ears and vibrated directly in my stone ribs. He ignored me. He looked at Leo—the "System Correction" he had planted in the bloodline five centuries ago. [REMAINDER. RETURN. REBOOT.] Leo went rigid. His small fists opened, his gold static flaring until the room turned white. He didn't look at the Prime with hate; he looked at him with a terrifying, clinical devotion.

Dorian screamed. We dove sideways. We rolled behind a stack of crates. Dorian hit the detonator. BOOM. The explosion shook the entire hangar. The robot’s leg sheared off at the knee. Metal twisted and snapped. The Reaper Prime toppled. It crashed to the floor with a sound like a collapsing building. It was down. But it was not dead. The upper torso was still active. It dragged itself across the floor using its arms. The Gatling guns spun up again. It was crawling toward us like a mechanical zombie.