Transformers Prime Optimus Novels & Stories

But his eyes weren't gold; they were a flat, glowing violet, and his skin was covered in a mesh of integrated circuitry. "Subject 000-Prime," the man spoke, his voice a perfect, soulless mimicry of Caleb’s own. "The father of your line. You are merely a copy of a copy, 001. A weapon that developed a soul. A flaw that must be erased." The Prime pulled a blade of solid Void-energy from his wrist. Caleb stepped forward, the silver in his eyes burning with a fire that no machine could replicate. "A flaw?" Caleb smirked, his claws extending. "That 'flaw' is the only thing that's going to survive this conversation."

—the memory of the First World’s destruction—was being targeted by a massive Eraser-Behemoth. "You hated me," the Prime’s voice echoed in her head. "And you were right to. I gave you order when you needed chaos. I gave you a cage when you needed a world. But I also gave you... Resistance. Without me, you would never have become the Feral Six." The Prime-Packet ignited. It wasn't a puck; it was a Sphere of Pure Truth. Elara struck it. She didn't shoot for a goal. She shot the packet directly into the heart of the Architect-Prime.

"Look closely, bro! It's Transformers! It's Optimus Prime! "What's with the lack of reaction? Are you even a man?" "But my girlfriend is still waiting …" "They can't compare to Optimus Prime!"

“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.

I held and consoled her in my arms as she wept. After a couple minutes, I was able to cheer her up, and we moved on to the dining table where we had breakfast. "Where are the rest of your shapeshifters?" Laura asked, after we were done eating. "They've all transformed completely and are roaming the woods right now. They all prefer to be in their primal form, and so do I" I replied.

They're puppets. "Then we're doing them a favor by stopping them," Damian replied. Gamma's expression shifted slightly, the first hint of emotion I'd seen from any of them. "You presume capability exceeds reality," he said. "We are optimized. Enhanced. Superior to natural resurrection. You cannot win." "Let's test that theory," Damian said. And the battle began.

“Of course not, Mommy! They'll eat us!” I chuckled as I ruffled his hair. “Okay, okay. I understand. There's no T-Rex in the house. Just your T-Rex dolls on your bed right now.” I looked down at the book, continuing to read the adventure story of a little boy exploring the jungle. “Mommy, in Transformers... Optimus Prime can turn into a truck, right?” I stopped reading, looking at him confused. “Max, we're reading a dinosaur story. Why Optimus Prime all of a sudden?”

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.

"That is naive. Power requires hierarchy. Requires structure. Requires some wolves to lead and others to follow. What you teach undermines that fundamental truth." "What I teach is what you are afraid of. Wolves who can think for themselves. Who do not need Primes to tell them what to do." The room went very cold. "You continue to misunderstand your position," another Prime said. This one was male, younger, with scars that suggested extensive combat experience. "You are powerful, yes. Perhaps the most powerful Prime born in centuries. But you are still one individual. And there are twelve of us. If we decide Convergence needs to be dismantled, you cannot stop us."