Transformers Prime Robots In Disguise Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

The bright blue illumination of the hidden chamber reflected in his eyes, but for the first time since entering the secret vault, his attention wasn't on the gold, the weapons, the supplies, or the countless resources his mother had secretly prepared for him. It was what stood inside the glass that had completely captured his attention as his heartbeat had slowed, his breathing had become shallow. For a moment, it felt as though the entire room had gone silent because standing behind the glass were seven humanoid figures. Seven robots. Each one had been carefully arranged in a perfectly symmetrical formation as they looked nothing like ordinary machines. There were no exposed wires and no vi

" Shettima waited a bit before signalling the others to stay close, spreading his misty wings as he willed himself invisible, they sneaked around the fighting towards the centre of the chamber. The sentinels must have been made of some rare metal because Obiora's fists barely made a dent on their armoured torso. With a curse he leapt back to evade a backhanded slap from his assailant, he hung in the air, his wings flapping rythmnically content in waiting out of harm's way as he harassed the robots with series of fireball.

Instructed and looked back to the Data input in the next batch of Robots. This time I wanted to see if I can integrate my powers into the next batch, Maybe something like a customized clone which would be only for my use. Characteristics should be Sliver hair and a few anime designed characters face. I don't know what is going to happen in future but I think it's better for me to prepare myself so as not to be taken off guard. "Miss, CA2 has been sent back" AI2 carried a huge box that a human being could enter.

Three of the robots kneeled down and bowed in front of Klayton. “Yes, Master Klayton.” They said in unison. But Klayton realized something. “Oh, wait, before I forget, I will hide your robotic aura for him to not sense you guys!” Klayton remembered. He then approached them one by one and clicked something on their napes. He then walked around them and then stopped in front of them. “Please stand up, my three lovely robots.” He requested. Ruru, Christopher and Tan stood up and looked at Klayton. Klayton hugged them altogether. “I love you, my three lovely robots and I trust you all. So please do not fail your mission. I will wait for your victory.” He said while hugging them.

​The heavy-duty transit rig roared to life in the bunker’s dry dock, its armored chassis vibrating with the raw torque of a twin-hybrid core. Designed by Arthur Vance to look like a standard corporate reclamation transport, the vehicle was reinforced with military-grade ballistic plating and equipped with a localized active-stealth cloak.

These new robots were shiny giants made from a dark shiny metal that absorbed light, their joints covered with thin silver lines that buzzed with a scary steady beat. They moved fast and smoothly like predators making the old iron machines look slow. Their blank metal faces had purple marks that showed they worked on a different level of logic. The front group did not walk; they glided down the stone edge like a liquid, their long zinc-covered spears moving forward in a scary perfect sync. Lord Garrett did not even have time to turn his arc-rifle toward the noise. The lead dark robot hit him while he was turning, its huge metal shoulder hitting his chest with a force that broke his strong ar

They were burning the canvas to kill the painting. ​Leo Vane stood in the center of the Iron District, his boots anchored in the emerald vines his mother had summoned. Beside him, Sierra knelt over the fallen Architect-Prime, the grey, hollowed-out version of herself. The Prime’s eyes were open, but they were no longer reflective mirrors; they were windows into a "Server-Room" that was currently on fire.

I said moving quickly to the black porsche, I opened the back door putting on keg inside, I turned to face Bob who cocked an eyebrow at me. I smiled, “ You cleaned up nice,” I winked at him, admiring him from his slicked black hair to his outfit, I have never seen Bob wear a ripped jeans before. It made him look bad and boyish. During those four months, Sophia must have changed his dressing. “ Sophia really took care of you.” I teased him wiggling my eyebrows at him.

However, the chief could not deny that he was actually really capable. The five robots' programs had been completely rewritten by the time the professor had entered the weapon command. Suddenly, the robots were turned on, their eyes glowing with an eerie, red hue. The chief was thrilled as an excited look appeared on his face. "Not bad! It's finally done!" The professor nodded and gave an order. "Protect our members in black uniforms and stop the other Brave units from leaving. As for the others... execute them without mercy!" The lights in the robots' eyes flickered and they responded, "Orders received!"

Now, they were a High-Density Botnet. "Twelve thousand units," Caleb whispered, his voice still raspy from the "Alpha Prime" extraction. He stood at my left, his new charcoal-grey tactical armor reflecting the emerald glow of the room. "They aren't marching, Sereia. They're moving in a Perfect Sync. No radio chatter, no supply lines. It’s like they’re all running on the same clock." I zoomed in on a cluster of signals crossing the Tundra Line. The resolution sharpened, showing a battalion of Alliance infantry. They weren't wearing traditional gear. They were draped in white, translucent polymers that hummed with a clinical light—the same light as the Maintainers.