Transformers: Prime Ironhide Novels & Stories

ADA LUBE After rotating the iron tap valves to clear the ice grime from my pelt, my fingers retrieve Hayden’s ranking day token from the velvet storage case to run a detailed inspection. The asset is a high-tier, voice-integrated synthetic robot predator, engineered to look like an ice tiger because my tracking logs show Hayden maintains a supreme affinity for big cats. That specific variable drove my choice on the digital market.

I said after a minute. He didn’t look back. “I didn’t say I was.” “Most people would be.” “Most people don’t manage containment protocols for unstable elemental signatures.” “Wow,” I muttered. “You really know how to charm a girl.” I murmured aloud sarcastically He stopped walking so abruptly I nearly walked straight into his back. When he turned, his expression was still perfectly controlled, but something in his gaze sharpened. “You are a Prime,” he said. “Your power profile includes atmospheric manipulation, tectonic disturbance, hydromantic displacement, and fire resonance.”

The iridescent patterns in his eyes were fixed on the far end of the hall, where a set of massive, iron doors stood guarded by two figures that made my blood run cold. ​They were the Iron Sentinels. They stood nearly ten feet tall, their bodies composed of interlocking plates of hollow iron that seemed to float in mid-air, held together by nothing but the blue, electrical fire of their own resonance. They had no faces, only a single, glowing horizontal slit where eyes should be. In their hands, they held great, curved blades made of the same blackened metal as the ceiling. They didn’t move as we approached, but the air around them hummed with a frequency that made my teeth ache. ​“They are t

Sitting on a throne made of welded server racks was Torque. Torque was the lieutenant of the Ironheads. He was a nightmare of transhumanism gone wrong. His left arm had been replaced entirely by a heavy-duty hydraulic claw used for crushing cars. His right eye was a telescopic lens grafted directly into his skull. His skin was grey, pockmarked with chemical burns. "You the mechanics?" Torque asked. His voice was synthesized, buzzing through a speaker box embedded in his throat. "She is," Ren said, nudging Kara forward.

"I'm your granddaughter! You clearly knew how dangerous he could be, yet you still forced me to marry him? "Do you really think that little of me?" Seeing her twisted expression, Steven seemed to age ten years in an instant. After a long silence, he finally spoke. "You'll regret this." There was a pause between each word. His eyes carried a sense of pain. "How could I ever regret killing a monster?" Jessica screamed hysterically. Steven pointed at me on the ground. "His name is Christopher. He used to be the ace of the Special Forces. Now he's part of my Classified Unit."

The Great Dragon Mountain stood eerily silent, its imposing peaks shrouded in an air of mystery. Adrian's gaze swept over the scene, and he chuckled coldly. "Not bad, but this is hardly enough to pose a threat." Hearing this, Tyler looked startled, unable to grasp Adrian's meaning. "Sir Adrian, some Primeria soldiers are exceptionally skilled," he said cautiously. "They possess an invisibility technique that allows them to blend seamlessly into the forests. Their presence becomes almost undetectable. We must tread carefully."

But as we slowed our approach toward the city limits, my data-deck vibrated again. I looked down at the screen. The single Sun-Hound hadn't retreated to run away. He had retreated to call in the cavalry. On the horizon behind us, emerging from the tree line of the glowing jungle, wasn't another squad of hover-bikes. It was a Prime Forge. It looked like a crawling city block. A colossal, treaded walking factory, belching black smoke into the pristine air, its massive cannons rotating to lock onto our coordinates. "Prez," Tank said slowly, bringing his trike to a halt. "We're gonna need a bigger gun."

The Void-Prime emerged from the fissure, not as a beast, but as a fluid, obsidian ink that sought out anything with a frequency. The Iron-Wolves of the South were the first to engage. Led by Captain Thorne, they dived into the fissure, their silver-gold hulls glowing with a magnetized brilliance. They were heavy, their iron-resonance acting as a "Dead-Weight" that the shadow-ink struggled to move. "THEY'RE TARGETING THE DENSITY!" Arthur shouted from the lead dreadnought, his voice a metallic resonance. "Emma, the Prime-Core is trying to 'Weight' its own darkness with our iron! If it succeeds, it will become a Physical-Void that cannot be dispersed!"

Under the absolute weight of my Royal command, the solid iron head began to warp, the metal twisting and melting into white-hot slag before the timber shaft shattered into a thousand harmless, smoking splinters. A collective, paralyzed gasp rippled through the remaining Vanguard ranks. The engineers at the gatehouse froze, their hands still locked on the iron winch, their eyes wide with a horrific, paralyzing terror as they stared at the naked display of forbidden hybrid power. "A-Alpha Queen..." one of the engineers stammered, dropping his iron wrench into the snow as his knees visibly gave way.

"I can do this, Mom. I just need to do it quickly before my strength runs out." The second Prime was easier. A woman named Nyx—the same one who had come with Cassandra to Ironfang months ago. She put up more of a fight than Marcus had. Actually tried to counter-command Elena. It did not work. Elena's command was stronger. Faster. More precise. Nyx left without finishing the confrontation. Retreated rather than continue fighting a battle she was losing. Two down. Ten remaining. The third engagement was harder. The Prime we targeted—one of the hidden six named Sienna—did not come alone. She had positioned guards who attacked the moment Elena tried to engage.