Transformers: Prime Miko Novels & Stories

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

There was nothing like that at the Blackwood compound. As I was standing there mulling over how streamlined and organized Killian’s Pack was, the door burst open. Miko entered, followed by Priscilla. Side by side, I could see that they were related. But Priscilla’s blonde was harsh and fake, whereas Miko’s was the kind of dirty blonde that glowed in the sunlight. They both had the same full lips, but his were framed by laugh lines, while hers were constantly pursed and angry. “Squad leaders!” Miko called, “Come forward. We’ve received more detailed intelligence, and we’ll be setting out in about an hour.”

She murmured. "Oh my God--" A figure appeared just right beside Minho. It was Tina. Minho's spirits lifted like they never did before. She was alright. She was really alright. Sure, she looked to be gasping in horror at her transparent form, but she was back in one piece. Minho thanked the Macroverse silently for the blessing. "Tina." he whispered, immediately shifting into his fifth-dimensional form even if it hurt his weak vessel, just so he could touch her.

I hung up. I rested my chin over my knuckles, casually staring at the nothingness in front of me as if it was a very normal thing to do. It's impossible for me to acquire that virus. There's no way I'm going to interact with anyone, especially now that there's a very reasonable excuse not to. Suddenly, a black and purple blur crossed my vision. I whipped my head to the side, following its trajectory. It was a butterfly.

“Undo their brainwashing? Somehow? Then we can at least put them to rest properly! I can’t stand to see them suffer like this… I can’t bear their pain.” “Leave the system to me,” said Miko. “I will try to stop it. My drones will do their best to support you while I am under.” She walked up between Max and Claire, and sat down while protected by the desk. Then, she waved her baton at one of the few surviving terminals that hung on the walls, and invaded the settlement’s network.

"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

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

I almost never transform so I have no idea how to fight with it' ##############

“Who was she? That other… me.” He set the glasses down on a sleek chrome table with a soft click. “Prime is the original operational model. The first fully stable iteration of the Demi Protocol. She’s… efficient. Unemotional. A perfect weapon.” He finally looked at me, and the raw emotion in his eyes was a physical blow. “But she wasn’t you.” “Because I’m the faulty copy?” The words tasted like ash. “The one who got infected with a ghost?”

"It’s a recording! It’s just data!" ​"Data is all you are, Leo," the Prime countered, its eyes glowing with a cold, blue light. "You are a bridge to a world that is already dead. I am the bridge to the future." ​The Prime lunged at Leo, its movements a perfect mirror of Leo’s own fighting style. It was like fighting a shadow of himself, one that knew every move before he made it. ​Maya tried to intervene, but the Prime unleashed a pulse of "Null-Gold", a frequency designed to cancel out her Force. She fell to her knees, her light turning to grey ash.