Transformers Prime Vehicons Novels & Stories

The Octagon left the battlefield without a word and dived deeper into the fallen city, hunting and seeking more prey to devour. Ves emerged from the vision with a bright light in his eyes. With the information he gathered so far, he envisioned an idea of how to shape his own variant. His first spin on the Octagon would be an overall enhancement of the base model. He wanted to retain the savage nature of the Octagon and preserve its hunting instincts. While the mech excelled in energy efficiency, its armor could not keep up. Therefore Ves needed to redesign the Octagon's armor scheme and somehow make a comprehensive improvement while not impacting the mech's speed and agility too much.

'okay going through the security cameras there's 10 rogues in total you both take the front entrance and Jackie and I will take the back make sure they don't get to the panic room Fanny and Jake are there fanny can hold them off but Jake is who we need to protect the car I have is in the garage its a black tinted car once you guys are able to kill them off get Jake and Fanny back to the pack lands Jackie and I can hold them off we'll be right behind you' I say Jackie and Brian nod but JC shook his head 'No who they want is you we can't leave you behind' He says though the mindlink 'I can take care of myself we were trained since we were both toddlers so we can handle it just promise me pleas

The horizon dims, twilight clinging to the field long after sunrise. The first stranger arrives at noon. He's human, or close enough-a man in a tattered lab coat, his skin etched with glowing circuitry. He collapses at the edge of camp, clutching a device that hums with Arbor Prime static. Ravel drags him to the fire, her crossbow trained on his throat. "Who are you?" she demands. The man's pupils flicker, mechanical. **"Designation: Dr. Ephraim Voss. Last surviving architect of the Arbor Prime's cradle."**

I could even face HIM with the power of Ares at my disposal. "Stop right there," Derek ordered me. He shot out a plume of his ice blue flames and the caught me in an ever-shrinking circle. "Drop the transformation. It doesn't matter if you have back up, they'll still be outnumbered." "He's the Prime," I spat. "Your rightful master." Luke shrugged. "Did you forget that we were guardians to Primes? Do you really think that those wolves would accept protection from those lesser than them?"

Lucas asked. Vera looked at him. "A Vessel Prime who has completed a Triad bonding is something the Cult has never encountered in its recorded history. Three mate bonds running simultaneously through a Vessel Prime changes the power structure significantly — it creates a stability that a single-bonded Prime does not have. A grounded, stable Vessel Prime could theoretically channel at a scale that would be—" She chose her next word carefully. "Transformative." "For what purpose?" Kyson said.

The enforcers froze, their movements faltering. "What… what is that?" Lia stammered, pointing at the vat. Riska's device shrieked. "The energy signature… it’s Core Prime! They're not just pursuing us. They're trying to… absorb our creation! They’re trying to weaponize it themselves!" The liquid in the vat began to glow with an unnatural, phosphorescent light, mirroring the corrupted glow of the reservoir. The potent aroma of their mixture was being distorted, twisted, corrupted by Core Prime's overwhelming influence.

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.

Warmonger Chassis Type 13 [A] - Primal Machinations “Planetcracker” Omniresonant Greathammer [S] - Primal Machinations “Primdahl” Round Shield [A] - Mechanica Dharma “Retribution” Mass Driver Pistol [A] — Each of them were installed with the hyperionization submodules that Raijin had put together, which helped protect their armor and shields from Imperial disintegrators. And so they easily raised their shields in front of them, and happily shrugged off any incoming fire from the ships they charged towards.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

[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.