Romans & histoires Transformers Prime Megatronus Prime

"What?" "The Architects... they don't waste good material," Victor said, his eyes darting to the monitors showing the global Harvest. "When the station collapsed, the Heart didn't let him burn. It Recollected him. Jun was the first human to survive a full mutation without losing his cognitive functions. He’s... he’s a 'Prime' now." "Where is he?" Kazimir demanded, his voice cracking.

Chandler nodded. "I suppose." The doctor came back into the room, a grim expression plastered on his face. "Is everything alright?" I asked him, suddenly worried. "Unfortunately, no," He said. "We're not going to be able to transfuse your blood." "Why? Is something wrong with it?" He shook his head. "Quite the opposite, really. It's much too potent for Mr. Chandler." "Too potent?" Vega asked. "What does that mean?" "You come from a very strong lineage of Lycanthropes, Your Highness," he said to me.

His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame. “I would like to introduce you to 2Pac GX7. He’s a prototype designed to look like the real 2Pac. He has an infinite neural net processor inside his head that helps him learn new things.” Irena tried to introduce 2Pac to Amy, who felt fascinated and creeped out by Irena’s cybernetic soldier. Amy wanted to get her child out of 2Pac’s arms. Somehow, she could feel the technological heat radiating from the metal man’s body. “Mommy!” Omar stretched his little hand out toward his mother.

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.

"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

Steve asked, cheeks taking on a red tint once again. “Well, you were mostly correct with Star. She had brain enhancements that hinder her ability to express emotion. She also has eye enhancements that kind of make her beautiful green eyes look dead.” Aeon started, voice taking on some sadness for her friends. “J7 has both his legs replaced, including the hip bone. He can run damn near forever because of it.

Their leader was more machine than flesh, with neural interfaces visible beneath transparent skin. "Earth-Machina acknowledges Earth-Prime and Earth-Arcanum," the figure announced in a voice that was clearly artificial but somehow still warm. "I am Coordinator Prime-7. Our reality survived the Void through technological transcendence. We uploaded our consciousnesses into quantum computers, becoming digital beings that the Void could not erase." "You're AI?" I asked carefully.

Said Samuel who still looked in pain asked Liem again "As you can see now and finally you realize that you are no match for me then rest in peace" said Liem to Samuel who seemed Liem took out an Electric element sword and when he was about to aim the sword suddenly heard the voice of the Tesla Chairman by Liem who immediately said ; "Stop this Liem. I'm Tesla" said the Tesla Chairman's voice which turned out to be right behind Liem with the other Zeon fighters and also Master Triniti and Frankenstein, who seemed to have just teleported.

In an earth-shattering explosion of gore, a pure white meteor—like a descending god—violently smashed its way out of the beast's chest! It was Harper's Vanguard mech. The originally cyan nanolaminate had completely transformed into a divine, radiant white. And resting on the shoulder of her mech, which now radiated an absolute, god-like aura, was a completely depowered, scorched, and ruined machine—Sebastian's Vanguard. "It's them! They made it out!" Jack slammed his fist excitedly against his console.

59:59. "He's going to do it," the Child-Arthur whispered, his velvet coat turning grey under the shadow of the weapon above. "The Architect Prime doesn't see people. He sees Overhead. And right now, the Noise-Sector is a debt he intends to write off." The refugees in the warehouse were no longer shouting; they were paralyzed by the sight of the sky turning into a weapon. Meilin stood on the ruins of the engine block, her Sovereign-Iron staff glowing with a frantic, jagged violet light.