Transformers Prime Smokescreen Prime Novels & Stories

"Three" Ysekiel clicked the pen, and a hologram appeared, giving him the disguise. It scans the surrounding area of the pen for a diameter of 5 meters. In the blink of an eye, it copied the exact same figure, leaving a hologram that resembled Ysekiel. There is also a cloud of smoke coming from the pen. It isn't toxic or harmful to breathe, but if you don't have the glasses that they are wearing, you can see nothing but a thick pile of smoke.

The night sky turned orange with fire. I lay there coughing, ears ringing, every inch of my body screaming. Kade was on top of me, still shielding me from the worst of the blast and falling debris. “You okay?” he rasped, his face inches from mine, eyes full of fear and love. I touched his bloody cheek with trembling fingers. “Yeah, you?” Before he could answer, a terrifying shadow rose from the heart of the flames behind us. Unit Prime stepped out of the inferno, one arm completely missing, and half its body was the color of charcoal.

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

I turn to Noah as I whisper. "We have to move now." He nods his head, although I see the fear in his eyes, I motion for mark to bring out the battering ram, as I pull out a smokescreen, the door is down in seconds, and I throw the smokescreen into the room, putting on my heat sensor goggles so I can see where the heat sources are.

The plan is precise, and we execute it with the efficiency of seasoned professionals. Olivia and Emily take on the first car. They expertly deploy another smoke canister, filling the vehicle with a thick, suffocating fog. Meanwhile, I focus on the rear car, tossing a canister of my own into it. Smoke quickly engulfs all three vehicles, forcing their occupants to open their doors, desperately gasping for fresh air. Even Alessandra, who had been hysterically screaming moments earlier, is silenced by the choking haze.

I tried to ask him but he wasn't even listening to me at all. I decided to shut up and watch him lead the way. He stopped in an open field and I got down. I gave him the helmet looking around the field but it's just us. He came down and brought out some cigarettes to smoke. "Can you tell me what we're doing here suddenly?" I asked him still worried and confused. He puffed out some smoke and turned to me, "You still don't know why I brought you here?" I sighed, "Is this about Lucas? We just started our relationship, you can't already be doubting me right?"

he responded shortly as if he understood it completely. "And done, here." he gave Primo the camera when he's done setting it. Primo noticed the beautiful mask that he wore. It's a gold kitten mask with fangs on bothd sides downward and minni chains on both ears. It looks sa cool and fabulous and might be the only mask existing. "Are you ready?" Allen asked as Primo poisted himself and that's the queue for Allen to start the live. As soon as the live started, a lot of notification and comments flooded his computer. Every single person giving thousands of coins.

He rasped as he fought his way through the smoke. (I can hear you. Are Talen and Heath near you?) “No.” Rhett replied. “Shit!” He saw something through the smoke, little blinking lights, and a shadowy shape facing away from him. From the labored movement, he realized that it was a zombie. A zombie with some fancy hardware around his neck and head. Rhett dropped to one knee, lowering Cameron to the ground, preparing to fight.

I said after a minute. He didn’t look back. “I didn’t say I was.” “Most people would be.” “Most people don’t manage containment protocols for unstable elemental signatures.” “Wow,” I muttered. “You really know how to charm a girl.” I murmured aloud sarcastically He stopped walking so abruptly I nearly walked straight into his back. When he turned, his expression was still perfectly controlled, but something in his gaze sharpened. “You are a Prime,” he said. “Your power profile includes atmospheric manipulation, tectonic disturbance, hydromantic displacement, and fire resonance.”

Albert cannot talk since he was so grossed out by the smell that he cannot even move at all. Turning at the corner where Damian and Excami were placed according to the plan, she saw that there was indeed a small string of smoke coming from a box that was cleverly hidden— it was camouflaged in the wall, having the same colour as the wall. “Albert, come here for a second.” Hestia called out. It took a few seconds before she heard a couple of footsteps coming towards her.