Transformers Prime Starscream X Megatron の小説・ストーリー

“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.

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.

I yell at the control man. "Its stuck, stay still, I will be back with the mechanic repairer." He yells back. I turn back to Xavier who was starting to squirm uncomfortably in his chair. "Stay still." I say before moving across the chair, from mine to Xavier's. "What are you doing." Xavier asks. I squeeze into the chair before replying. "Moving in with you." I look up to the sky which is glowing with stars. "Its so beautiful up there." "I can't agree more." He says.

“In the meantime, take care of the little one. Make us proud.” She flew around the platform and dipped her long neck towards Lord Ombra who still stood with Damien in his human form. Ombra looked at Dorin’s group and scowled before rising into the air to follow his wife. He turned into a gigantic dragon, so black that he seemed part of the darkness.

The bridge of the Howl of the Stars was a chaos of flashing red HUDs and screaming alarms. Outside the viewport, the "Shadow-Wolf," a massive creature of entropic dust resembling a small moon, loomed in the dark. It was the Hunger-Prime's twisted response to the Synthesis: a predator designed not to consume matter, but to devour the very frequency of life. "Shields at forty percent!" Leo shouted as his hands raced across the holographic interface. "The anti-resonance is vibrating the hull's molecules apart! If we don't change the pitch, we'll be a cloud of scrap in sixty seconds!"

[ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: THE MOTHER] [STATUS: TERMINAL PETRIFICATION 94%] [VERDICT: EXHAUSTED CONDUCTOR] The Prime’s voice wasn't a sound; it was a tectonic roar that bypassed my ears and vibrated directly in my stone ribs. He ignored me. He looked at Leo—the "System Correction" he had planted in the bloodline five centuries ago. [REMAINDER. RETURN. REBOOT.] Leo went rigid. His small fists opened, his gold static flaring until the room turned white. He didn't look at the Prime with hate; he looked at him with a terrifying, clinical devotion.

"This is what they've been hyping us about? He's so scrawny!" The insectoid Prime Chimera flew towards Len and studied him up and down. Len was highly alarmed by the monster's blade - like arms that flailed around him. The loud buzzing of the insectoid's wings hurt his ears and from up close, Lars could identify that this Prime Chimera was derived from orchid mantis based on its pink colorations. "Hymeno, you absolute moron. We all look like that at some point," Axylia said. "Surely not as pathetic - looking as this one. Look at him!"

Massive, chrome trains burst through the pavement like metallic serpents, creating a spiraling ramp of steel and sparks that led directly toward the upper tiers of the Origin Tower. "Kael! Give them a Static-Storm!" Kael surged. Every neon sign in the district exploded in a blinding flash of blue light. The "Ghost-Hounds" staggered, their sensors overwhelmed by the "High-Definition" glare. Their "Deletion-Lasers" fired wildly, cutting through empty air as the Primal Six ascended the steel ramp. The Emotional Overload

When Megan gets into the safety of her bedroom, she immediately takes her phone from her bag to distract herself from the tense conversation she’s just had. Jared Ocampo: Megatron Megan blinks at the old nickname right before her eyes for a few minutes before mustering the courage to reply. You: Red She lays on her bed, just staring at the device and waiting for his message. When even was the last time she was this nervous?? Jared Ocampo: Got home safe? Well…we wouldn’t be having this conversation if I didn’t but… Her thoughts are condescending, but her body reacts otherwise as she squeals like an overjoyed groupie.

I told her everything, piece by piece, my voice trembling as the memories spilled out. How Chris had shown up at my door, knocking hard, his voice familiar yet unwelcome. How he had pushed, how he had raised his hand against me, how fear had gripped me so tightly I could barely breathe. How Star had screamed… not like a normal child, but in a sound that came deep from his blood, the sound of a cub crying out for his father. How Xander had come, red eyes blazing, transformed into something that made my skin crawl with fear and wonder at the same time.