Transformers: Prime Ironhide Novels & Stories

Rhea saw one labeled Moon-Pool: Biological Heritage and felt a surge of protective rage that she immediately suppressed. ​"Calculated movement," she reminded herself, her daggers held in a neutral grip. ​They were met in the central atrium by a squad of "Sentinel-Primes." These weren't the spindly janitors from the perimeter. These were heavy, quadrupedal machines armored in the same black glass as the tower, their movements fluid and predatory.

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

I added, trying to wrap this up. “Are you sure?” she asked, her voice laced with hope. “Absolutely. But hey, I need a favour.” “What is it?” Her tone had shifted—now steadier, with a hint of anticipation. “When I come by tomorrow, I would like to use your printer in the library. You know, the one in there. Is that cool?” “A printer in the library? That’s probably my dad’s. Maybe I’ll ask him.” “No need, don’t worry about it. I’ll see you in the morning.” I hung up before she could say another word, turning to Kris and Axel with a smirk. “I think we’ve got our guy. Oliver Steel is the one we’re after.” ~*~

Standing before that altar was Primarch Valerius. His physical form was far more menacing than his holographic projection. He stood over seven feet tall, clad in layered robes of woven shadow-silk and heavy gold-and-platinum battle plate. His pale face was smooth and hairless, his eyes burning like hollow purple suns. Hovering behind him were twelve Praetorian void-guardians—constructs clad in towering, four-armed iron carapace armor, wielding massive dark-silver halberds that hummed with destabilizing force-waves.