Transformers Prime Hardshell Novels & Stories

Neriah POV I left Heritage Mall with the warrior. He bought a sampler box of fudge. There were six different kinds. I stuck it in my bag. I don’t want to have to share it with Jemisha. By share, I mean she will take it, and Father and Regina will encourage it. Ambrose kept texting me, saying that the livestream for Jemisha is dramatic and over the top. I told him to keep watching because I got her a gift. It will put her in a corner and allow me to start exposing my father and Regina in front of an audience.

"He can't play in standard shoulder pads. One hit to the ribs and he's done." Dan opened a heavy black aluminum transit case resting on the floor, pulling out a custom-molded piece of dark gray armor. "Carbon-fiber Kevlar composite shell. It's custom-fitted to Chase’s torso measurements. It distributes impact energy laterally across the entire upper frame instead of letting the force focus on the chest wall. It's light, it's bulletproof, and it fits under his jersey."

"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

"Ghost, he's a genius! The massive tungsten-carbide injection capsules at the base of the drills! They're designed to withstand absolute thermal and kinetic crushing pressure!" I pulled up the schematics for the Prime Forges. "They're cylindrical. Fifty feet long, heavily armored, with no windows. They run on a closed-loop internal life-support system. It's basically a giant, pressurized iron coffin." "Can you put an engine on it?" Dax asked.

They didn't have faces; their helmets were smooth, featureless domes of white plasteel. In their right hands, they held crackling, superheated plasma halberds. On their left arms, they projected massive, rectangular shields made of solid, hard-light energy. SYSTEM ALERT (HUD): PRAETORIAN GUARD (ELITE). THREAT LEVEL: EXTREME. "Ten hostiles! Heavy armor, energy shielding!" Ren shouted, resting the barrel of his spectral pistol on the edge of the marble desk. "I've got the vanguard!" Leo yelled. He stepped out from behind the pillar, planting his feet wide. He raised the heavy machine gun and held the trigger down.

Upon hearing his words, a few men nodded their heads in agreement and fixed their eyes on the lipsticks. Suddenly, someone shouted out, "Hey, look over there! It's Transformers! Megatron! Optimus Prime!" The person who had shouted got so excited that his voice broke. The organizer grinned and said, "This is a one-to-one customized model we got from Universal Studios. It fits one person inside. "Would anyone here like to have a go at controlling Optimus Prime?" Most of the men present raised their hands eagerly. "Me!" While they usually got to see Optimus Prime at Universal Studios, they could only take photos of it.

[Hardened Ore Shell]: Grow shell plates around your body made of ore, can be enhanced with the Stamina stat and more mana is used. [Shell Defense]: Utilize Mana to enhance your defenses as if you were wearing a shell. [Spinning Shell]: Use your shells to spin around and attack your enemies with fast-speed spinning attacks! [High-Speed Excavation]: Excavate through any type of ore at incredible speeds. [Dark Shadow Steel Hide]: Generate black hide as hard as steel, if not more. [Gleaming Wolf Eyes of Malice]: Unleash the power of your pure malice through your eyes, scaring enemies.

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.

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.

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."