Transformers: Rescue Bots Academy Whirl Novels & Stories

"Maddie, did you get another new power?" • • • "No this time," I said." Although its getting hand to keep ... track," The shop flew toward the falling centipede to stop it from harming civilians when a strange twister came out of nowhere and stopped it crashing into the ground. "Are you sure you didn't take another hybrid's powers?," Daryl asked over the Comm link. "knock it off, Wailer," Just as the robot landed safety on the ground, several energy spheres were formed around semoltple pants of it ripping it apart.

an upbeat tune sprang from a nearby armory, a service bot’s eyes shone as bright as the sun directing the two towards the ammo dump. “Hello Tommy” groaned Frank, the drone was obnoxious. “What should I set you up with sir? Let me guess, Fusion cutters? Lightning guns? How about a .75 cal puncher gun?” “Just scan what I have Tommy!” Frank reacted, the bot having some modicum of emotions programmed into its being attempted a sad look, as it loaded the arbiter with the necessary load out.

That plan wouldn’t work. He wasn’t so sure now that he could take Kiran head on, not after the imprinting he had just witnessed. Kiran was a man now. Ramos crept out of the bushes and circled the clearing, careful not to get too close. He heard the music from the house as they celebrated Adara’s successful resurrection. He ran as fast as he could, all the way back to the tree and pulled his clothes on the moment he shifted. What a waste this trip had been. He was so furious that he could scream.

Jessi's P.O.V. I look at the unbelievable sight in front of me and then at Wyatt. We both start laughing as we make our way into the room. Trevor and Rmina look at us with confusion as they follow us inside. "Why are you laughing?" Trevor asks. "Don't you get it? Do you see what this is?" I spin around. There are rogues, or at least they're supposed to look like rogues, in multiple stages of being constructed. Adrian apparently has been making rogue robots, which makes a lot of sense now with the trackers and how the other two burnt themselves. It's kind of scary how lifelike some of them seem. I see several that look like members of Dark Moon.

Upon arriving, Helena gazed in wonder at the magnificent scene before her. The chaos had ceased. The troublesome robots, which had previously been running wild, now formed two perfectly aligned columns along the entrance path. As the cart passed, the robots' eyes flashed blue and they bowed their metal heads in unison, like loyal soldiers welcoming their general and queen back home. It was impressive. It was technological. It was beautiful. The only element that broke the cinematic mood was the anguished howl coming from the side of the garden. “Man! What took you guys so long?!” Axel was sitting on the grass, holding his shoulder with a grimace of pain. “My arm was dislocated by that ‘iron

Chapter 14: The Underground Truth The administrative building stood like a monument to normalcy in a world gone mad. While the rest of the academy burned with transformation, this fortress of bureaucracy remained pristine, its windows dark and unwelcoming. "Motion sensors," Rowan whispered, pointing to nearly invisible fixtures along the entrance. "Pressure plates in the main corridor. This isn't just protection—it's a funnel." "She wants us to come," I realized. "Of course she does." Zephyr's transformed senses were on high alert, his head tilting at sounds we couldn't hear. "We're not infiltrating. We're accepting an invitation."

"I'm sorry." A van picked them up. Leon was intimidated by Violet’s aura. Everyone seemed to hate him, which was frustrating. He hoped Alicia didn't hate him; the way she had snuggled with him the night before didn't feel like hate. They arrived at a large facility. "What happened to our mini-headquarters?" "It’s gone," Violet said, pointing at a seat. "I'm going to inject something into your arm. It's a microbot that will slowly repair your bones. It has vitamins to help your bones patch up and become new."

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the

The Transformers lie in the realm of tomorrow; the very distant tomorrow. Still, Mr. Lapuz was greatly amused by Ecto 2.0, the robo-puppy that Terra had gifted Kate. He was blown away by how lifelike it behaved. Its prick ears gently pulling back, its tail wagging, its four jointed legs much more flexible than his own arthritic two. Ecto 2.0 also had these expressive, big blue anime eyes made of OLED. The same eyes were equipped with depth cameras that allowed it to gauge any terrain and relay the most apt maneuver to its small but powerful legs. Lastly, Ecto 2.0 was equipped with AI and could remember the layout of Kate’s room and the whole house plus the faces of the people constantly arou

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