Transformers Prime Vehicons Novels & Stories

Jiang Zhinuan turned her head and asked Mu Zi, "What about you? What kind of car do you plan to buy?" Mu Zi covered her mouth and laughed, "The pink ...... Hummer." All the way to the car heckling, chatting about what kind of driver to buy in the future, unknowingly arrived at the piano store. Waiting for a few people out of the car, Zhuang Jia and happy, pointing not far away to Prince Long said, "Prince Long, this is your brother, right?" Prince Long looked over, it was a Bugatti Veyron, styled appropriately as the Drift from Transformers, and his Bumblebee, both belonging to the customized models in the Transformers series.

She looked human, but Lars instantly knew she was not. The other was even more obviously not human. It was a humanoid creature completely covered in silver, indigo and bone colored exoskeleton. From its back, a pair of appendages stretched out which has enormous crab pincers on each of its ends. The sight of this creature garnered more fearful gasps from the crowd than when they saw the girl. Appearances aside, Lars could instantly identify these two figures as something familiar. Something that reeked of silverstream that Lars picked up from their presence alone. The two figures from the containers were VEIL, and of the Prime Chimera kind.

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."

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.

It gets the job done for protecting ourselves when needed; they also have strong bumpers and run flats tires. We also got 3 VIP vehicles that are Mercedes Maybach GLS 600 V8 Biturbo suvs all black bulletproof with limo tinted windows also run flats tires, they have all the bells and whistles inside for comfort and space for all their families we also got 2 trucks that are for luggage and will be at the back of the convoy also bulletproof and blacked out. After my dad is done telling all that I said, “Is that why we stopped at Ford first?” He than give me a knowing look and says, “Yes dear”, which makes me wonder what he's got up his sleeve.

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!"

That moment, they have no choice and must move forward even encounter an unknown enemy. “We didn’t see her dead body yet, so there is a chance if she is survived. Let’s save her!” said another member. The remaining Squad 44 is risen up again to fight. After taking the Fluxter’s core Seraph type is transformed to Varniant type. “Activate Seven Sin Protocol! Release the Encoded Weapon and kill that beast!” Said the leader. All Herrscher’s collar are shining blue bright and release different special weapon based on their class. Varniant’s transformation is completed, it broken up the cocoon and walk out with its new body.

From the shadows behind Elena, two figures emerged. They were "Perfected Shields." They looked like Nevan, but their skin was a seamless, metallic silver, and their eyes were the cold, radiant gold of the Harvester. They didn't have souls; they had protocols. They were the "Alpha-Prime" units—the versions of Nevan that Elena had always wanted to build. "Kill the Shield," Elena commanded. "Retrieve the Heir. The Mother will be integrated." The two Alphas lunged.

—a floating monolith of archived history—and swung himself into a landing on a platform made of Compressed-Silence. Above them, the aperture of the bridge hummed with a cold, sterile light. Standing at the edge was the Alpha-Prime 2.0. Her silver hair shimmered like a dying star, and her eyes—that chilling, calculated violet—looked down at them not with hatred, but with a terrifying Indifference.