Transformers Prime Solus Prime Novels & Stories

A specimen. Thorne placed the case on a table and opened it. Nestled in custom foam were several vials of the familiar iridescent purple fluid – **PHOENIX PRIME - MASTER SEED STOCK** – and blocks of the crystalline stabilizer. Pure, concentrated. The *real* backup. Not a production batch. The source.

The Geography of the Orbital-Node The Sovereign-Prime was the "Apex Asset" of the global "Master-Ledger." It was designed as a "Total Sector Watchtower," capable of "Liquidating" terrestrial targets with "Kinetic" rods while "Data-Mining" the "Neural-Nodes" of every "Gilded" citizen below.

Resting his head on the top of my own, we waited until Tenny seemed to find what he was looking for. "Ah, yes." He pointed to a page that was decorated in gold and silver - actual flakes of the elements if I wasn't mistaken. "This figure is the Prime." The figure was neither male or female by external markers. Haloed in colors from concentric circles of palest to darkest, the Prime stood on what looked to be a bed of snakes. Each snake was eating the tail of the snake closest to it. Each snake was a slightly different color as well. Dozens of lines ran from Prime to the snakes. From Prime's hands, body, face, feet. Everywhere. Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll.

His speech was slower and almost uncaring. “And a Prime?” She asked again. “Right now all you need to know is that an Alpha Prime’s existence is what keeps us from being the monsters others fear.” Sybil swallowed. She wanted more information than that, but clearly Daral wasn’t feeling like sharing more. They reached the door of Aries room and Daral slowly blinked. He looked at the door like he wasn’t sure what he was doing here. Sybil reached into her pack and pulled out a dark salt stick and broke it puting it right under his nose. He jerked away from her slightly and his gaze cleared immediately. He blinked and rubbed his nose looking like he was going to sneeze.

The Void-Prime emerged from the fissure, not as a beast, but as a fluid, obsidian ink that sought out anything with a frequency. The Iron-Wolves of the South were the first to engage. Led by Captain Thorne, they dived into the fissure, their silver-gold hulls glowing with a magnetized brilliance. They were heavy, their iron-resonance acting as a "Dead-Weight" that the shadow-ink struggled to move. "THEY'RE TARGETING THE DENSITY!" Arthur shouted from the lead dreadnought, his voice a metallic resonance. "Emma, the Prime-Core is trying to 'Weight' its own darkness with our iron! If it succeeds, it will become a Physical-Void that cannot be dispersed!"

and return the solar system to its "Default-State." Avery Vane-Thorne stood on the command deck of the Ares-Prime, the flagship of the new "Tri-World-Fleet." For the first time, "Sovereign-Pilots," "Amethyst-Navigators," and "Technocracy-Engineers" sat at the same consoles, their distinct "Standards" woven into a single, functional "Combat-Frequency."

“Alpha Silas! How wonderful for you to come to my birthday party.” The cameraman moves the camera towards me, and Alpha Wilmot takes the opportunity to grab Neriah and forcefully pull her away from the room. I’m not sure what is happening, but Jemisha let out a sigh of relief once Neriah was gone. “You were the distraction we needed, Silas. Thank you,” Jemisha said in a hushed tone. “Happy birthday, Jemisha. Luna Regina, always a pleasure,” I said. “Thank you, Alpha Silas,” Regina said. “I do hope Jemisha finds her mate when midnight comes.”

Slave I slowly step out from behind Nathan. My cheeks are still rosy-red from seeing Alpha Maximus’s large appendage. I keep eye contact as I slowly walk toward him and gently place my hand in his. There is an instant feeling of love and bliss between us. He rubs his thumb across the back of my hand, sending sparks igniting. Alpha Maximus smiles at me with his gentle brown eyes. My heart flutters and a sense of happiness fills my soul. I know right then that I can trust him and that I’m now his to cherish.

"Ghost, he's a genius! The massive tungsten-carbide injection capsules at the base of the drills! They're designed to withstand absolute thermal and kinetic crushing pressure!" I pulled up the schematics for the Prime Forges. "They're cylindrical. Fifty feet long, heavily armored, with no windows. They run on a closed-loop internal life-support system. It's basically a giant, pressurized iron coffin." "Can you put an engine on it?" Dax asked.

They weren't gods of flesh and blood; they were non-sentient, super-intelligent AIs—the ultimate executors of absolute efficiency. "ALERT," the central Prime, a being composed of millions of interlinking silver prisms, pulsed with chaotic red light. "Anomaly 0-9-9-H (Earth) has breached quarantine. Security Fleet integrity: 12%. Rogue Weaver integration with Sovereign Alpha: 99.8%. Probability of total dimension formatting failure: 78%." The second Prime, a sphere of swirling azure calculations, offered the only logical solution. "INITIATING TOTAL REALITY REBOOT. AUTHORIZATION: PRIME. ERASURE OF SECTOR 0-9-9-H INEVITABLE."